“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, Holocaust researcher (Tiergarten 4 Association, Berlin), MA in Holocaust Studies (Touro University Berlin), Doctor in Philosophy (UNED, Madrid), MA in Philosophy (UNED), Bachelor of Music (Early Music, Recorder and Pedagogy, Koninklijk Conservatorium, The Hague), fibromyalgia warrior, and Woody Allen and Golda Meir fan
