Name, date of birth, the place I was born in… I could start listing all these things and still couldn’t be sure if it would really say anything about me. I’m just another person, who grew up as a girl, experienced different things and emotions along the way, which lead me to the life I’m living now as a working adult. What ‘life’ meant, especially to each person and how we want to live it, along with the emotions and memories that come with it, is something I always thought about. Reading stories was a way of telling me more about the world and myself. However, writing was something I enjoyed, but stopped, thinking I wasn’t good enough for it, only to pick it up again later. I’m proud to say I’m glad I did (even though I weirdly do so not in my native language, simply because it feels ‘right’). So if anyone can take something away from my ramblings, that would make me more than happy.