“Finally, I enter the world. A world I will never feel comfortable in, never understand, and never approve of or forgive (...) Actually, I was born on the thirtieth of November very close to midnight, and my parents pushed the date so I could start off on a day one" (Woody Allen, Apropos of Nothing).
Happy 87th birthday, dear Woody! Thanks a lot for the great dose of philosophy, existentialism, poetry, laughter and meaning in your films in this meaningless universe. You're my hero!
Mother of three, sister, wife, Holocaust researcher (Tiergarten 4 Association, Berlin), Doctor in Philosophy (UNED, Madrid, cum laude), MA in Philosophy (UNED, cum laude), Bachelor of Music (Early Music, Recorder and Pedagogy, Koninklijk Conservatorium, The Hague), fibromyalgia warrior, and Woody Allen & Golda Meir fan
Antonia Tejeda Barros 