Vahur Kersna

When time stands still in your life for some reason, it can happen that the silence begins to speak. That's what happened to me. I was lying in bed and the prospects of getting out of bed weren't very good. There was a lot of time to think. At one point, lines appeared on a white wall and it seemed so easy to write them down.

At first, I thought I was just doing it for one little boy. In case he was ever interested. But then, reading what a colleague who passed away wrote, I realized that if your life threatens to become a book, it's wiser to tell your own story.