I wake up in the middle of the night, reach for my writing pad and start writing in the dark. It is difficult to figure out all the scribbling the next morning.
If I would turn on the light, these thoughts would disappear in a hurry, reality will set in. My best thoughts are at night, my brain is clear, and I can remember the smallest details. Mostly about my early childhood, my war experiences and the struggles that accompanied that period of my life.
During the daytime these thoughts are tucked away, deep in my brain and I avoid remembering those years. It's now all in the past, but it should be remembered, because if I don't remember my past, I cannot enjoy my future.
