Wilhelmina is my name here. You may address me as Willy (or Billy) for short please. It’s a name I chose many months ago when searching for a certain anonymity. It was not a name chosen in gest. It was well thought-out. Wilhelmina comes from German. It is a combination of will, desire, and helmet, protection…. A truly perfect fit for me as I venture out into the cyberworld. I have a will to connect, communicate, to write, yet the need to protect my self, my selves. I consider Willy much as my cyber tinfoil cap, that will protect my mind from alien invasions, demon posessions or otherwise from unwanted scorching from known or unknown sources. This blog is a travel blog. Those who know me know that I keep a journal, that that journal is important to me, filling the function of clearing out the cobwebs in my mind. When things get too dusty the spiders start tickling a bit too much. The past two years have been particularly difficult for me. So the journal has become more important still. It records thoughts, it sorts them, it threads them together, spits them out when too unpalatable and in general keeps me upright and functioning. For reasons that I know and understand, I’ve come to call this more recent journal keeping “Notes from the prison of the mind”. However, we’ve decided to travel outside of the mind a bit, encounter others, attempt a ‘between’ in the Buber sense. It’s healthy and good for the mind even if dauntingly vulnerable making… hence, Wilhelmina. The travels are still quite inward unfortunatley, through the tunnels of the mind, but we do exit into the light every once and a while and it’s quite lovely out there. The desire is that we will leave the tunnels more and more. After all, life as a mother, a wife, a foreigner in Paris is quite beautiful too, and warrants exploration. This blog starts with a trip to Hungary and Slovenia, stopping in Strasbourg where I lived for many years, crossing through Germany and Austria on East. But we start in Paris.