I want to write my blog. That is what I was saying in my last three posts in a perfect Serbian. Go figure it!? Often my inner language turns out to be Serbian. Maybe it is some nostalgia for a language that is mine, a language that I heard a lot when I was a child and that for many years I haven’t spoke and I rarely hear.

I want to write… but. But, writing and living prove not to be very compatible. If I think now how much I usually write, the lack of the living part appears so huge that it scares me. Still, the life without writing scares me even more. How can you live if you don’t write is a radical thought I feel as my truth in good and in bad, in sickness and health.

So, I will be back.