I decided to join to those who published their childhood pictures. My picture was taken on the stairs in front ofthe house I used to live in. I was around 4 then, I think it's easy to recognise me here. I know my hair is different (I had a fringe!). This house is a complete ruin today, became a magazine for old furniture, carpets etc. The boy next to me is my brother.

I like this idea of photos. It brings the memories from childhood alive, doesn't it? I have a few memories form that period, one of them is when I go out to pick a tomato in the garden to eat for supper. I miss that taste and feeling... Later, we moved out to a block of flat and my mother brought tomatoes from the grocery. They didn't taste the same...

I have finished my teahing practice today! Finally! Alhough I'm happy that it's behind me but the moment I left the school I felt that I would miss it. My class consisted of a group of teenage boys, and despite their talkativness and occassional small 'fights' I liked them. I really did. The good point is that I will have free Monday afternoons... no, I won't have, I have to go on with my thesis that is nearly finished.

I long for peace and quiet... My flatmate has got very loud personality, unfortunately. I don't know how it is. I'd like the place where I live, eat and sleep to be the oasis of peace and silence. The world outside is too noisy... Do you also feel that we have 'to struggle' for a minute of silence?