It is 0:11, the start of the year 2007. To me it is nothing special, but for
many others it appears to be the opposite. While others are just happily
watching the great fireworks, of which there is a remarkable amount - for a
small town as Renkum, where I live, I am writing this. Regularly watching out
the window, to see the colorful explosions in the sky. It is like something is
celebrated, yet I have no idea what. Having survived yet another year? The start
of a new year, with new chances - chances which people have throughout the
entire year? Just the joy of watching the fireworks, or other activities
associated with the start of a new year? To me it is one of the stranges things
imaginable, yet I do enjoy seeing people together, instead of separated as
always.