I'm thinking about time, once again. Weeks have been passing by at full speed.

As I suspected, my roommate has changed... Now I live with a Polish girl, her boyfriend finished working here because of his university studies at home, so we share our room until the end of the year. She is a "talking type", she's talking to me even when I'm reading...

By the way, reading. I have just finished a very special book by a Spanish writer, Carlos Ruiz Zafon: The Shadow of the Wind. Set in the 50's Barcelona, it unfolds the story of a writer, as a boy is trying to find out what had happened to him. And of course, much much more.

I've "met" my second cousin on the web yesterday. I have last seen her when we were children. She lives in America. I'm still thinking about this, I mean about our meeting.

I heard of a good friend, she and her boyfriend have just returned from Spain. They were walking for about a month the so called Camino, a special pilgrimage road of 800 kms leading to Santiago de Compostela. She wrote that to be at home again is like waking from a beautiful dream. I'll tell her that now she has to live that dream...

'Till next...