When we look back now and see where our life’s journey has led us, it appears to be like a long walk, starting in a small village, passing a meadow, an apple tree, a pond, along a river, crossing a valley with only a few flowers until we reach a snow-capped mountain, thence down again to the green country side, from where you can see the lights of the big city in the distance, but there was still a long footpath to reach it, then we continued straight through the many neighborhoods’ of the large foreign city, past mansions and simple huts, walking beyond the boundaries of the land to deserts, waterfalls, sparkling metropolis and secluded beaches, to endless green hills and fire-spitting volcanoes, passing crystal clear lakes and seas with dazzling exotic fish, camel caravans and herds of elephants, mountain gorillas in the wild jungle listening to native songbirds, watching funny jumping dolphins surfing in pounding of waves and a small sparrow on my windowsill…