You have a love affair with words, you write on napkins, go to bed with them and on the streets you see beautiful and strange new words that capture you alive and you make up new ones, like I do. And sometimes your love has left you bereft, no words arise, only silence sitting silently next to you. And just when you are wondering, curiously listening with an open heart, out from nothing a word suddenly thunders into life. Oh yes, born a writer means for me to be in rapture with this love. Great to meet you all!