Fünfzehn. Quinze. Fifteen. Quince.

So, a couple of weeks have gone through and to be honest, I am doing better than I thought I was going to be doing. I mean, I got a new phone… cause you do remember that I lost my old one right?

Do you remember the list? Well, almost everything is already scratched, and that makes me hella proud because it means that I am more than capable to be alone in this world, and not burn it. I somehow feel independent, and that maybe I lost some opportunities back in life because I was too scared, or simply because I wanted to stay with my father.

Sometimes, you have to use your name to your advantage, and I might have done that, but not saying that I was my father’s daughter, just using some old connections from my grandmother. She knew a young lad that wanted to become a manager, and well that is the story of how I found Ronald, my full-time manager.