Deep inside my soul, locked in a place where even the darkness of night is a light, there is a small glowing spark. It is the remaining of a great fire. Sometimes, the spark glows up, I cannot hold it. Then it reminds me of a year in the 21st century after the birth of jesus christ. A year that was unique in my life. A year that will remain unique. My thoughts travel back trough time and space. I see it again in front of my eyes, clear, as if it is happening now. I can smell the air of these days. I can see it, I can hear it, I can feel it. The spark tells me many stories of this epic year, but there is one story, a story that stands over all others, a story so true, only life can tell. This story is the reason for the spark being there, mumbling, glowing, being alive. I remember the highway, grey asphalt flowing under my car, white straps flashing, the gentle light of a beginning day. The past music still in my ear, the taste of the party on my tounge, the smell of the night in my no...