guess I’m like many other people, and there is not so much that’s extraordinary about me. I’m simple. I’m raw. I’m not at all unique in any way. I like the sun, I hate the rain — things like that. What is truly important, is that I madly love travelling. It’s not just a stupid hobby for me, something evolved out of boredom or having too much money; it’s not what I do when I save some extra cash and have two weeks worth of vacation guaranteed by the always-too-friendly HR people at some faceless international company I could be working for. It’s just me. I can’t live any other way. Perhaps, I travel too much. It would make some other people sick. The problem is that I’m addicted to traveling, and I love it.