Thank you

   To the stranger who kindly replied to my post and send me a postcard, full of wishes and drawings. 

   To the pen pal I received a card from the other day, I smiled big cause here special occasion cards aren't a tradition.

   To my brother and the 1415 pages long Les Miserables paperback he ordered for me, first time he ever got me a present as far as I remember.

   To my love and best friend, who last time we went to IKEA purchased a plain box, only to decorate it later and have me open it, finding so many little things that reflect me.

   And to his brother, for one of the things in the box was an old music card he had kept and gave to me, just like that, a piece of history.

   To my oldest guy friend and his haul of tiny cute things that matter beyond their size and worth, indeed he doesn't care much about birthdays and he doesn't do gifts, but for me he was there willingly.

   To my new uni friends, the girls gathered all kinds of precious details and turned them into presents, he recorded an original album with love.

   To the old school friend, who cared to ask me what I would like.

Thank you, for my birthday is dear and important to me, and this year they were acutely sad and unsuccessful, but it seems it wasn't all bad. I hope next time I'm lucky enough to be surrounded by such affection, friendships, appreciation.