Greetings from Edinburgh, where you hear all the time the seagulls' crying (a bit more agressive than up in the Highlands), where you feel the wind always blowing, and where you see the clouds always moving.

So I'm here again, starting my second week in this fascinating city.

I live and work about 10-15 minutes walk from the centre. I have the same job as in the last one year: looking after people in a guesthouse.

It wasn't easy to leave home. I never thought I would return to Scotland. But - I know I'm repeating myself - life is full of surprises. It made me come back.

So once again I'm walking the streets among the grey buildings, looking up to see all the small towers. Once again I'm having coffee in the Elephant House, the "birthplace of Harry Potter".

Once again I'm pacing the Royal Mile, and sit in the Princes Street Gardens.

This time however I'm not a guest here. How do I make Edinburgh "mine"? How do I find my own place within this multicultural hub?

These are some of the questions that occupy my mind at present...