My first Halloween.
There are those who say that my life is rich with colorful material for blogs and/or stories. There is my birth in another country on another continent, followed by immigration at a great age of 12 (lots of things to be remembered “from the old country”), followed by starting anew in a strange place. OK, maybe I am the one who says that my life is rich in materials. Let me go to this source right now and mention an incident I am kind of proud of.