I am in the middle of the desert, in Sahara, in a tent full of sand. And it’s -6 °C. Is it the craziest thing I have ever done or I am still dreaming?

Meaning! Meaning! Wrapped around my baby’s smell and the softness of her touch, I know it is time to write again. A part of me waits to ask the cynical questions when she falls peacefully asleep. Wouldn’t bother...

Recently someone asked me what it would be my message to all people out there if I had only one chance to pass it on? Just one try and nothing more.