I'm staring straight into the face of two blank days. Days supposed to be peaceful and restoring and charming, days supposed to mark a new beginning. A start which has nothing to do with religiosity, I'm afraid. That the Orthodox Easter is celebrated at the same time with my personal renewal is simply coincidental. The things written in black ink on my right hand: enthusiasm, patience and confidence. I simply love putting hundreds of kilometres between my former- and my newly-forming self.