Let me try to explain the idea of this blog in my first post. If we meet love, we are mostly caught in a wonderful moment. It is not a thing you catch easily and it’s nothing to hold tight, as the real feeling is inside. The harder you try, the more you loose. To maintain a blog about love would just fail, if it is not to catch the small moments. To reflect the fragments the way they come and the way they are.
At the same moment, I will try to write about love growing between cultures. There are so many ideas about it, so much wisdom you can find, if you hear people talking about it. But little of this really hits reality. One of the statements I myself had to listen to over and over: “I would never do it!” “It’s not going to work.” “I admire your engagement, but…” But for me, when I met love, it was not a question if I want to engage myself in it, if I want to fall … there is that one moment you just notice, you are in it already. One of the many fragments of love.