Day 271. I prefer the bravado of Turkish people. At least it's honest and in your face.

Day 270. tomorrow holds far more uncertainties than death does.

Day 269. What are dreams made of? The fire of the stars. Where do questions come from? The burning of the soul! 

Day 268. The real curiosity of this conundrum is this: I've had the same issue with native English speakers. It is not the language barrier: it's me.