I think I am a little bit superstitious. I think it is my grandmother’s fault because she is a very superstitious woman. She really knows all customs from her homeland and she is really keen on keeping them alive. She would go crazy if anyone did not respect them. So that is the origin of my superstitions and they became a type of habit and not something I believe in. When someone talks about how well they are doing, it is like an instict for me to say ”Demons should not hear that”. However, I really do not care about black cats, mirrors and such things even though I used to when I was younger. For me there is no person who is not a bit superstitious because you simply must believe in something.