All day long she sat in her small tower and watched the horizon. She had the harbor log, knew the names and the origins of the ships that arrived that day.
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Years ago, when I was 18 years old, at a time when cell phones and GPS systems weren’t existing, I drove all by myself from Austria down to the South of Italy. It was just me, my little car and our old farm dog -a security measure my Grandmother had insisted on.
Is it just me who feels that days are flying by? Or, that a month disappears into another month, another season, another year? How does a lifetime get swallowed up? Aren’t we just living like all the other people? Why do we take risks with our health and with our financial resources? What is it all about?