Dear Logbook, ninety-sixth day of a new life. My Diary, this week has been good for me. My achilles tendinitis is less and less bothersome. In general, it only bothers me a little in the morning when I get up. But I can tell you that this week I was able to go jogging for

Dear Logbook, ninetieth day of a new life. My Diary, today Easter Monday I turn to you. It’s been days since I wrote to you. You already know, more and more time will pass between each entry on your pages. These days, I recognize that few developments have occurred. For my part I continue more

Dear Logbook, eighty-first day of a new life. My Diary, do not think that I have forgotten you. It is not like this. Every day, when I have that little while in bed in which I thank once again for being a lucky person and being able to share my life with so many wonderful

Dear Logbook, seventy-fourth day of a new life. My Diary, since the last day I wrote, few changes on my part have happened. My discomfort remains similar, perhaps my heels hurt less, but little change. On the other hand we live in difficult times. We live with concern the situation that worldwide is going through

Dear Logbook, sixty-sixth day of a new life. My Diary, I really don’t know what to say today that is not already said. First I will tell you a little about what has happened to me in these six days since my last entry. Physically, I think my tendinitis in both feet, due to the

Dear Logbook, sixtieth day of a new life. My Diary, these days there have been few changes. From my heel discomfort, I can say that there may be minimal progress, but it is not very significant. Yesterday we took a walk with the small groups through the forest of about 2-3 km and as the

Dear Logbook, Fifty-sixth day of a new life. Today my Diary has been a different day and that is why I wrote to you. I remember you daily, but I think it is necessary to space my writings. To be when there are things worth telling. Today dawned with many clouds and after accompanying the

Dear Logbook, Fifty-third day of a new life. Today my Diary we have done something that we would not normally do in Spain. A picnic in the nature with the fat coats, hats and scarves. We would be around 5-6 degrees with wind. But taking a stroll around the lakes near Stockholm and eating outside

Dear Logbook notebook, fiftieth day of a new life. My Diary, yesterday I did not write to you because there was almost nothing to tell. And as I told you, I will gradually space my writings in time. Today there have been no big news. Today I was called from the Centre for rehabilitation of