I have no idea how to do this part of the initiation process in this interesting network.
I do not want to talk about who I am or what I do, or what my profession is, since I am not here to be analyzed or show what I am outside of this keyboard that I press with emotion key by key, I am an emotional person to share with others the words and thoughts that come to me, with the desire that just as I love what I write to others, I also like it.
Next, I share a small story that has long been composed in forgotten pages of my memories of what I consider good writing, which I will proceed to share in this network.
Well into the night my wife and I were in our vehicle, vainly looking for a hotel to spend the night. In the end we decided to stay in a small inn with a nice appearance. While our host was taking us our bags, I took out of the suitcase of the vehicle a folding table to place under the mattress. Elaborately structured the table to the truth, the doctor had advised my wife by a recent operation on his back. As I was climbing that apparatch up the main staircase, our host changed his face and asked dryly: Do not you think it's a bit late to play ping-pong?
