I guess one important thing in life is to be able to tell some funny jokes, or stories. I really suck at it. Which is kind of sad, but I just can’t help it. It is like a curse! Every time I hear a wonderful joke that makes me laugh and shake, I forget it instantly. Which is terribly stupid, because I love good jokes. I thought about it: Maybe it is because I laugh so hard, that I kill the cells in my brain that are responsible for remembering the good jokes? It is just tragic.

I am nothing. Because anytime I try to talk about my identity it doesn’t make sense to me. Silly questions people ask like; whether I feel more this or more that don’t bother me. If you feel like nothing, it is kind of hard categorising yourself into things. I never missed the feeling of belonging somewhere. My culture and my identity are made out of the temporal condition I am in. My opinion is; Get international not National! Be what you want to be without asking for it/ Just claim it….I don’t feel like deciding, because it is all so relative. Maybe I am just lazy and irresponsible.