Among my old journals there were some pages, typed in Times on faded paper.

You can read it here.

On a quiet day in spring I was looking through my old journals and found a story I had written a long, long time ago. I asked my daughter if she would care to read it. More for fun than anything else. But she was so encouraging that I have decided to start writing again, working on old materials but also to write new stories that I have carried with me for so long. A new start!

You can read my first story here.