At this very moment, as I’m writing these words, I feel a mix of strange emotions. They are trying to convey a very clear thought – STOP WRITING! The reasons for this are very clear: I could say something stupid. Statistically speaking, I would probably do so along the way. I don’t know grammar well enough, as English is not my native language. And last, Writing about myself means being exposed without any regrets. The grandchildren of my grandchildren would read it (assuming earth still exists) for the good and for the bad.

The only way I could get past these emotions is by writing them. So there, I did it! Now, after they got their few minutes of fame, I can finally move on.