According to me writers are people who happen to be living a pretty boring/ very unfortunate period of their lives. I haven’t been writing on this blog for ages and, honestly, I didn’t miss it very much. That  because I was too busy living my life that, lately, has become as interesting and varied as a South American telenovela. In the last month I almost settled in bloody Bucharest to organize our annual conference, I spent the two most amazing ever weeks in Algeria, I broke up with my boyfriend with the only interesting result that now I’m wondering who the hell am I, where do I come from and where will I end up. But it was nonetheless an interesting period, so much interesting that I didn’t have the time to write. So, there you are, the demonstration that writers are people who have very boring lives. Now, since I’m writing on this blog, you don’t need to be a genius to understand that my period of turbolence is now over and that I’m bored enough to write on this blog.