Why I am afraid that I now passed 75?
Inside, I feel young, and I act not to old either.
A year ago, I was just a week before crossing the Tunnel from France to England, from Paris to London, did not know where I will live, what I'll do here.
I have now a nice place to live, lots interesting things to do, and still, I feel somewhat more scared then last July. Apprehension, without cause. This is just one more year. And it does look an interesting year ahead of me.
So why I am not more excited, today?
I entered my 75th year this morning. So?
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