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.

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...

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?