The joy of others is my joy. The tears of others are my tears. There is no them.

Sintra is to Lisbon what Florence is to Rome. She’s relaxed and charming. A gem nestled into a broader oasis.

Hurt people hurt people. You think, how could someone who has been so mistreated turn around and hurt others? Inflicting the same pain they’ve been recipients of? To protect, avenge, it’s an unfortunate cycle.

Hitler, a man who was by nationality an Austrian not a German, was eventually filled with extreme German nationalism. Nationality is just one dimension of a person, and by far, not the most important one. Where you’re from, who your parents are, etc. all fall well beneath the importance of what you believe, about others,…

As consistent as the good is, the bad is there too. The desire to domineer. Be followed. At the root, pride.