*My Book Of Days*

This is not another post about poetry or stolen photographs as I usually do.
This one is about Opera and me.

A few days ago I checked up my messages and I found a new one from an Opera user I didn´t know.
Soon I realized that message was not a common one. It was different, and was coming from the past, my own past.

It was from an old secondary school friend of mine. We were very close friends, sharing dreams and working very hard to achieve them. We shared tears and laughs, and walked together along many, many roads. So close we were that my daughter used to call him "uncle".
But one day we had a difference. What was it about? I don´t want to remember, believe me. Pride spoke and our lives took different roads. That was the last time I saw him, ten years ago.

Many times I walked along the roads of this city thinking I was going to meet him at any corner. That never happened.

Till I got this message.

Long ago, I had left a link to my MyOpera blog in a photography forum and my friend casually saw it.
He got in touch with me through MyOpera and left me the message.

I was astonished when I read it. During all these years he had felt the same as me, thinking that friendship is much more important than anything that could have separated us.

The next surprise was that he´s now living in Canada, thousands and thousands of kilometres far from me.
And here we are, a little bit older, carrying a lot of different experiences on our backs, separated by distance, but not for feelings or emotions. "Yeah", I said to myself, "life has its own secret ways, but we have to help her." Opera had helped me to re-connect myself to my own lost past. Suddenly the software became strongly meaningful for me, in a way I had never thought it could have been.

So, my friends, this is what Opera is for. This is specially for you, my dear DarkWorm. when you made this question in one of the threads in MyOpera main page. It is all about communicating (EspenAO dixit), about opening posibilities to the unexpected, and finding new ways to walk along old paths.

No words to say how happy I am

Simply let me say Thanks Opera, thanks life.