I wake up this morning with new memories floating around, great ones… a new encounter, a picture in a pub, a clock going anticlockwise, a colourful bird in a museum and a face on a name, Marta Dinnyes. That’s one thing to start a series on a blog called ‘NLP in the world’, that’s another one to have the luxury to meet some of the people interviewed in the series, and share more about NLP, about everything actually. Building bridges, this what NLP is all about, bridges toward excellence, bridges toward people, bridges between countries and cultures, Hungary-France-Ireland on this one. Aldous Huxley once wrote ‘Every man’s memory is his private literature.’ I’m glad I have new stories to read today.