The meeting with Diana Orving was also a meeting with myself, for there is a special kinship to certain people that is simply innate. No effort made, a never-ending conversation. Shapes, colors, laughter and pain - you travel between emotion and mind that might by yours or they might be hers, the origin has no importance. Nor does it matter when it all began. What does matter is to steer away from distance; one step after the other you move closer to yourself. There, in that very intimacy, where strength and vulnerability are equals, is where we found an inexpressible, yet shared language.