When I was nine or ten, my mom gave me a girl’s diary. I explained that I can write everything I want and nobody will know. It contained both various thematic sections that could be filled out and simply spread pages. Overall, the diary didn’t really interest me, but on one of these varied twists I wanted to write my impressions of a trip to a neighboring city – for me this was the first trip up to 400km!



In short, I wrote what I wanted and put a diary on the shelf. Some time later, my mom at breakfast told me how good I am and how well she wrote a story in her diary. I didn’t want to write anything personal anywhere. Even as a daily newspaper, I use the program on my phone.