The early morning started with the reminiscence on the veggie burgers I had yesterday and ridiculously hard sour-bread crust which I am so fond of and which I will never ever have again. But sometimes, we have to accept, it is part of the growing up process, the memory is all we have. It is like the first love, which we left at an early teenagers age, and then after years and years have passed by, we still can’t figure out why. Somehow, from the tall, dark-eyed, wide-shoulder guy I switched my love to the hard sour-bread crust. Will I ever love in my love anything, anyone else? I wou ...   read more