Reinstalling life - version 2.2.
2.2. Not a chapter number from a school manual, although it could be. Indeed, it starts a brand new one in some particular book. In my life’s one – with big lessons to learn. I owe you some explanation about numbers and 2s, as promised in a previous post. (Apologies to my Hungarian readers for writing in English this time, but it saves some precious time to redirect my international friends to the very same webpage as opposed to writing everything in 3 different languages.) 2.2. is the date when I left behind the green fields, the dark Guinness and the grey clouds. The day when I flew out from that little island that gave me so much, bringing both pain and joy to my life throughout the last 4 years. It marked numerous pages in that Book and also deep in myself. Ireland, in my view, is one of the best places in Europe for all kinds of artists, for people wanting to escape the reality of the cruel loud world out there to find some peaceful and quiet shelter and look into their