I just went through the Antarctica call… not just because i go there, but also because @Gunta Skrastiņa and @Ravi Gregory Etherton mentioned that that will be the next IRL. I said “No” there is Auckland in between! You know AUCKLAND? AUCKLAND!!!! anyone except @Yvonne Carter knows where that is? if you are one of those, let me tell you something... Auckland is at the ass of the world… almost like Antarctica… BUT, sometimes, there is one single soul that decides to be born there, to make it away from there to change the world for the better… Which happend IRL. True. And then a crazy @Goose Dunlavey decides to do a world tour. Being the last stage of the years tour exactly in Auckland… (you know that town at the ass of the world, who brought joy and a change and a grassroot movement even money to the whole world…) ... and then, that exact event is cancelled… YES! you dont believe it? you better do... I tell you this is insane… and i really hope, that there is a good reason for it… and i tell you also, i am not just disappointed. i am angry. and you never saw me angry! but now you do!

Anti-Blitz style 😎 I want to share a very personal story with you all. Grab a box of tissues and make yourself comfortable 🤧 By the time my mom came home from the hospital with me after my birth, my parents were already separated. I have no memory of the three of us together. There might be a picture or two somewhere, but that's all. My dad battled alcohol addiction for most of his adult life. My mom had to do what was best for me, she could raise me on her own, but she couldn’t have him around. It was a hard choice, no doubt. She never spoke badly about my dad. NEVER. In fact, she genuinely wanted me to have a relationship with him. But there were many promises, and not so many of them were kept. My dad remarried, and I have three half-siblings, six, ten, and sixteen years younger than me. Our relationship is minimal, if anything at all. Fast forward to last year, I found the book It Didn't Start With You by Mark Wolynn. It made me realize how deeply family trauma is passed down through generations, until someone is brave enough to face it. The book includes a list of questions designed to uncover hidden family wounds. I sent the questions to both of my parents, wanting to unearth any skeletons in the closet. The questions were deeply personal. While I was curious about both their responses, I didn’t expect huge surprises from my mom’s side, I had spent my entire childhood with her. But my dad’s past? I knew nothing about it. Not only was he incredibly cooperative, but I also discovered he’s an amazing writer. His emails started pouring in, one after another, written so beautifully, like a novel. And it was all new information for me. Slowly, we started talking. At one point, there was a pause in communication. I sent him a message, asking when I could expect the next chapter. He told me he was working on something else for me and asked me to be patient. A few days later, I received an eight-page letter his entire life story, told through the lens of his relationships, including his relationship with my mother. It was so raw and well-written that I could feel the heartache in every word. It was intense.