Today at the supermarket in front of the toiletpaper I put he biggest pack in the caddy and then I thought- how many rolls do we really use a week? counted the days that are left, started to smile, put back the big pack and chose a smaller, still smiling.
Time goes so fast, I start to feel that we have lot's of things to do and not that much time.
I also feel like I'm saying goodbye to Paris. I see things in a different way. In Pigall the other day I went down Rue des Martyrs where I used to live and lot's of memories went trough my head, I remebered how it was to be 20 in Paris...it feels so far away, like another life. Paris has changed a lot the last ten years, a lot, or perhaps it's me...
I've spent 19 years in Sweden, 18 in France.
I hope that I will spend the rest of my life in Israel.