The following text I wrote back in January 2018 after watching the documentary ‘Unrest’ on Netflix, and I shared it afterwards with my friends on my private (protected) Twitter account. I haven’t edited the text.
I love to read. I always have, ever since I figured out how this weird wonder of reading worked. I was slow at first back in school, but as soon as I got the hang of it, I became a bit of a book worm.
When I was 11-12 years old, my best friend and I had to get permission from our parents to borrow and read the ‘adult books’ in the local library a school year before we actually were allowed to read them (the local library functioned both as the school library and the public library in the village we lived in), because the library had run out of interesting titles for us to read when it came to books for juveniles. That was how much we loved to read. Mind you, this was in the beginning of 80’s, long before Harry Potter and other books for pre-teens, teens and young adults, so the selection wasn’t that big and massive as it is today
Oh my, I’m finally here. Again. Writing a blog.
To be completely honest, when I closed down my last blog a couple of years ago, I actually never thought I would be returning, but as you all know; never say never. But here I am, on my old web domain, writing again.