It is snowing in Paris. Some would say it is a sign, of what? One thing is for sure, it will stop the cars from burning in banlieue areas.

I have to feel all right. Some things are changing. It does not have to do with facts, it has to do with possibilities, even if they cannot be used. I'm going through losses in this journey through life, and I guess I must let them be part of the flow that I cannot go with.

Will I come back to Paris soon? It is the first time I've had the feeling that I will not. And I might have closed a cycle. The fear lies in not opening a new one.