I just found out that in 5 days I'll go to a concert of Robin Guthrie in Mexico City, and I mean, he's my hero, I want to marry Robin Guthrie! (just kidding, but last christmas I asked santa claus for an electric guitar because of him - noone believed me luckily, and I got a silk japanese jacket)
(Sofia is not my true name, although I got affectioned to it. My name is Donatella and my first boyfriend shortened it to Do, before I ever knew anything about zen, where it means "the way of the arrow" - pretty cool, ah? But once I arrived to Norway I entered an identity crisis as over there do means toilet, at that point after trying to change name I decided to change country)