Sometimes you wonder if we are trapped in our solitary isolation because of who were are. Is it a generic hereditary reason that we are who we are or do we make our own existence? Sometimes when I was a child I would often feel isolated because I did not belong. Not because of any …

Last night, as it was not raining, I decided to go for a quiet drink with a friend. It will probably the last time that I get to sit in a beer garden. Enjoying a good conversation with a nice cold beer is something that I savour as one of the small pleasures of life. …