Marek Victor Klimczak

It's the end of February and I'm sitting in the south of Germany. When I look out of the window, all I see is green. At least the sun is shining. Unfortunately, when I look at the World Wide Web, I don't see any forecasts that could stir my emotions. In my home mountains, the High Tatras (Poland), the pictures on social media only show beautiful slopes reflecting in the sun, but hardly any snow, which is also frozen hard.

Sometimes you find your destiny in a roundabout way. Or at least to your fortune. These detours sometimes take such absurd turns, such unpredictable coincidences, that you almost believe in something like fate. I mean, is there really such a thing as a common thread?