Long gone are the days when I used to walk along the banks of Geneva’s crystal-clear lake, holding my grandma’s hand. There was something incredibly special about walking with her in the cold weather, especially when the sun reached its zenith. The scenery was just beautiful, and I will forever hold these memories close to my heart. Back then, my dream was to work for the United Nations. I really wanted my work to contribute to improving people’s lives; I wanted to make a difference.Thirty years later, my motto hasn’t changed. I still want to make a difference of course, but how I want to do it has changed. My goal is no longer promoting world peace through humanitarian work; I now want to encourage peace of mind, body, and soul through words.
About a year ago, I started writing. Wouldn’t you agree that laying unspoken words on paper is somehow magical? When I write, I create a universe of my own, a unique story unfolds that I can choose to share or simply keep to myself. With every word that comes to life, there is an opportunity to share a message with those who want to receive it.