Our life is a link between our date of birth and date of death. A link that contains all the secrets, dramas, tragedies and comedies of our lives, and we are all abandoned in this performance that we tend to forget who we are in reality. The book of our life stretches between the two end points, and this blog is the chronicle of our personal history. The story of this personal history may be infinitely varied at an individual level. Breaking through the different heights and abysmal depths along the route in the world of shapes and forms may provide the individual wanderer with endless joy and immeasurable sorrow.
