I just LOVE your citrus squeezer, baby, its metal frame, its delicate form, how functional it seems to be, how wonderful and elegant. I love it when it lies on your kitchen sink full of lemon stones and juices.

This is a birthday, a festival. What is the worst that can happen. The worst is this: I shout so hard in a different language and everyone knows what I am talking about. I shout hard and forget about the translator in the corner who is doing his job - no one told him he will have to swear in this meeting.

This is a party, because I made it. I made it through this and I still have ten fingers and ten toes. I made it through the dark paths of exhaustion and now, new again, I embark on a different journey.