It's a Romanian tradition, on its first birthday a child has to pick three things. Whatever it reaches for, describes its destiny.

She reached for a measuring tape, jewelry and a religious painting. She will will be flirtatious, maybe a fashion designer and she will believe in God.

There is no destiny – free will more or less free! More or less in crowded.

My soul is gazing to the light like a child, please feel very quietly.

You do feel like a child and the grown-ups won't let you in. There is not a tradition of the union sharing information at board meetings.

Has anyone considered setting up a bank for all the things we look for throughout the years and have no idea where we left? How about for the feelings and lives we forgot?