It took me 39 years to fell in love with history. It started by chance one September afternoon in Berlin after searching "History of Berlin" online and finding a radio program hosted by a Colombian historian. Since then I listened to countless hours on WW1, WW2, the Cold War and the history of Russia in the voice of a woman that apparently has been doing this for years, sharing the story of the world to farmers, displaced families, coffee growers and probably a handful of guerrilleros. I'm hooked. Why did I waited this long to learn about Rommel, the origins of the Balkan war, the Byzantine empire folding into Russia, the role of the US in supporting dictatorships in Latin America? About Nasser in Egypt and Nehru in India, about Victor Jara in Chile, the arts during the siege of Leningrad and Rostropovich playing Bach by the Berlin Wall. How do we fit in all this? We are directly connected to the series of events that led to this very moment. We owe it to the men and women who believed in making what was right over what was allowed or understood, and to those who kept creating meaning through music and arts against all odds. How do we ensure that we contribute the best of our selves, within our own and minuscule role, in the timeline of humanity?