my new friends

"do italian archers just shoot? I mean, is it their job?"
"yes."

The guys that shoot for the finnish national team go shooting at 6 in the morning. At 8 they have to leave to go to work - the real one.
After work they go again shooting, helping eachother with the training.
"I have worked myself on my technique" explains one. He must be proud: his shot is beautiful to see and his results are excellent.

It must be difficult to be an analyst or an auditor during the day and a good archer during the night. But passion gives strength. And it makes dreams come true.

I absolutely love cooking.

It feels like preparing a potion or like making art. I especially like to use colours: sometimes there is some yellow missing or sometimes some green would fit with the rest of the ingredients. Today I made an onion pie. I happened to put red, yellow, green and white.

But it must have been smelling good, since SOMEBODY got interested:

The meaning of the yellow traffic light (in Milan)

Hei dude, make the tyres screech and go!

While looking at the moon, it can happen to stumble over a pebble

I still can't believe that I am finishing university. It sounds weird. It sounds as if I am finally going to become an adult. It feels like jumping into something you don't know.

[....]
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where
[....]
*S. T. Coleridge

Questions questions everywhere! And everything feels dipped in uncertainty, in a moist of dreams.
Is this fear of growing adult? I guess sometimes things sound more complicated than what they really are.