copyright: Mary AdamsMy great-grandfather owned a chocolate shop. It looked a bit like this one. He was a hardworking man, living in his own creativity. I didn’t know him, so all I have are the stories. He sounds a bit like me, except that I’d be a bad shop keeper eating all the chocolates myself. Maybe the one thing I’m lacking is his passion, and I would have loved to ask him how he truly managed to live his life dedicated to one single thing. Nonetheless, his family believed he was happy. Maybe one day I will have a chance to ask.