I have always believed that each person lives several lives. Each of them is a period in a person's life, characterized by dating, jobs, travel and many other experiences. The transition from one life to the next is marked by a significant event. My first life ended on August 17, 2005. I was backpacking through Europe when, in Gdansk, a small town in northern Poland, I had a terrible accident: while I was diving, I broke my neck. When the first vertebra was broken into three parts, the worst, and probably the most important, experience of my life began. After a few years, I realized that breaking my neck was a turning point in my life, one that shaped the person I became. On the contrary, at that moment it seemed like the end of my life. A horrible ending. Backpacking across Europe was a dream come true. I had worked as a waiter for months to save money for this trip, and traveling alone was a new and exciting challenge. Before Gdansk, I had been to Venice, Budapest, Bratislava, Warsaw and elsewhere. The next stop would have been Prague. Instead, I sp...