I visited Prague in February 2013. It was a very fantastic visit, everything seemed to happen for a reason.
I visited the Kafka Museum. The museum made me feel weird, I very much felt that I have never done anything important in my life and that's the way it's going to be. But then I bought one of your notebooks there. I just looked at it and remembered that some day, when I was young, I was thinking of studying book binding. I just forgot about it later, and I never did. (I studied art history instead.)
So, I returned to Finland and participated in some book binding courses right away. I learned a few ways to make a book. Since then it has been an important way of expressing myself