This is a project of gratitude. And a little bit of improving/practicing my english writing skills. There’s no order, priority or preference. These are just stories about my own personal view of the people that made an impact in my life. We often fall into the trap of not really expressing the things we feel, because sometimes it’s awkward or it might be interpreted in a different way than intended. Here it’s my own emotional dictatorship. It’s my truth. My way. And even if what I’m writing is about you, rest assured that the intent is good. It’s what I saw or remember from my viewpoint. So perhaps things are different today, or you are not that person anymore. All fine. At that time or at this time, I’m grateful for the shared experience. For the learnings. For the love. Z.