Strange morning, Tomiro!?! From one minute to next you felt nine minus degrees being transformed into eleven plus. This winter ends and begins, ends and begins; like we have nothing else to do but fighting. Well, we humbly just reflect your deepest desires. You try to steer that magnetic bike through snow and flowers, ice and sand, cross rivers and lava, gravel and plastic, all during same work shift. Recently you put spring-green animals inside a dark chocolate box - wishing the opposite relation would've been true?!? Searching for "Tomiro" on vaettirnet, you don't find yourself (not on first ninetynine pages).