We often exchange stories, about our fears and worries about life. I never hesitated to tell him anything.

Gil went out of his way, taking time off work to show us around his hometown of Querétaro, taking us to places we would never have found without him.

We felt like we were in the same room, even though we were almost a thousand kilometers apart.

I thank her for showing me the part of Italy that you can't see in the pictures, the part that comes from the heart.

I stopped responding to her letters, without first saying goodbye...

I will try not to rush this time, making time for myself.

I improved my English a lot as well and now using it for Japanese!

It was starting to get boring again without new letters arriving to an extent of thinking if whether I should uninstall the app or not...

I discussed the former Soviet Union and the Orthodox Church with teachers from Russia, post-colonialism and new age architecture with students and artists from Africa...

It's my story, the story of understanding myself and accepting myself.

When I write letters here to people around the world, I feel like I don't have any trouble with my disorders.

I thought that I could practice English and Korean here, finally try the things which my textbooks talked about.