This is the first time I write a book in phases. It was not easy, the last few days, to find back the mood and flow I had in June. With quite some effort, more than I thought I would need, I found back my track. The hills and the ground around me have changed. Nothing is left from spring and early summer. The setting of the sun comes more early and dawn arrives later. Now there are grapes, blackberries, apples, figs, pomegranates and all sorts of red berries. Every evening I steal my dessert somewhere from the hills. I wish my story was as simple as nature, but I found out it isn’t.