One of the pleasures in the world for a parent I think, is to see pure joy on the face of his toddler when he gets a piece of Chocolate... :) it is hard to describe. (but it should not happen very often...)
My country has no borders;
I am from everywhere and anywhere.
My people don’t speak one language.
They don’t have one color.
I don’t feel attached to a particular culture or history or a geographical region.
I love them all, enjoy them all, and feel connected to all; feel for their pain and celebrate their joy.
I don’t follow one religion, I respect them all but I don’t practice any.
My home is here and there; all the places that I have visited and left and places that I have not visited, except in my dreams…
I don’t have doors to close or open …
I have windows, to let the light in and to gaze ourside.