A bundle of papers.

One of the consequences

of having much time 

for yourself 

AND 

not being able 

to read or understand 

the country's 

native tongue 

was that 

it made me want 

to read.

For a while, 

when we settled down in 

Chiang Mai 

I had this 

fear that my brain 

was going to lose 

its ability to 

understand things 

through reading.

So basically 

I started to read 

read and read 

so that 

I could get rid of that fear. 

 

Some nice people 

who were coming to 

Chiang Mai 

from Japan 

were so kind that 

they brought me books.

Oh boy,

how nice is that? 

...When you usually want

to have less stuff 

in your luggage,

some people were 

willing to have 

10 extra books 

in their luggage

just to bring them to a girl 

whom they didn't even know.

It was very 

touching 

and it made me want to 

do the same 

for those who 

are craving 

stories and knowledge 

on papers.

So most of the books 

they brought for me 

were books

that I wouldn't have read 

 otherwise. 

It was great.

 I never thought 

I would get into

'hard-boiled' stories about 

detectives 

and bodyguards.

I think 

I am more open minded 

about what I read now.

I read serious thing,

I read about history,

I read about guys who fight 

against the bads,

and I read love stories

etc etc...

Those people 

that I probably wouldn't 

meet again 

opened new doors for me.

...and 

books itself 

also

opened new doors 

for me as well.

This entry is getting long 

so I will list 

the name of books 

I read 

on the next entry.

Oh,

and don't laugh! 

I know there are people 

out there

who can read 

so much more 

in shorter time.