This post will not take me any further from a perfect cliché. Sunday afternoon I enjoyed the two hours of summer we get this year in Luxembourg, and took a little break from the never-ending to-dos, to lay on the terrace floor and do absolutely nothing instead. Relaxing obviously means that I was on my phone the whole time, so I decided to check in with an old friend that was taken away from me by our wonderful economy and now we live a thousand kilometers apart. She's one of those few friends that I've had for a long, long time, we go way back to elementary school. She's also one of those even fewer friends that you can literally tell anything and won't freak out. Our conversations usually go from baking to suicide, from health issues to gardening, to childhood traumas from sex. There is absolutely no shame or judgement, even for a moment, in any conversation we have. One of the OGs, one of those very few people that I never, under any circumstance, want to ever, no m...