After three years I have decided to resume writing my book. So, with a bit of luck -and inspiration- and some borrowed time, I will finish it in a couple of years from now. You’ll be the first to know.
“But the birds always drew a much more interesting pattern in the sky than the teachers’ chalk on the blackboard, the aroma of ‘outside’ was much more appealing than the stale classroom smell. In my head, ten or more things were always fighting for my undivided attention and in my hunt for that one thing that jumped up but that I never reached I fell over my steps, my shoe laces, my words, my friends and the nice things I dreamed about. And my class mates jumped on me, parents fell over me and becoming increasingly restless I gradually created a void around me and eventually I became lonelier and lonelier. And I never sat still …”