I looked for us in Camden Town
I drove through Camden Town last night. I looked for us at that side wooden table on the terrace at Lock 17. Do you remember? We were those kids seized
Continue ReadingI drove through Camden Town last night. I looked for us at that side wooden table on the terrace at Lock 17. Do you remember? We were those kids seized
Continue ReadingHe is a Capricorn. I am a Taurus. His sign verb is “to organize”. Mine is “to have”. Love, stubbornness, a passion for travelling and reading are some of the things that tie us. And then there are the differences. He is chilled about life and takes everything with a grain of salt and with a smile. I am, many times, neurotic and panicky about losing control of things. Worrying about little things, big things, worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet.
Continue ReadingI came across this wonderful interview through the Simpa blog, belonging to Cristina Bazavan. She is my go to person when I want to discover artists and writers. Before I
Continue ReadingThis image spread like fire yesterday on Facebook. It was long overdue, but better late than never, right? This should be food for thought for all the parents out there thinking that one – two trips to McDonald’s a month can’t harm their children. Actually, it should be a warning for all people out there who eat there out of habit, because it’s cheap or because they didn’t have time to pack a sandwich and these kind of places are the only alternative when hunger strikes.
Continue ReadingIf there is one thing I miss from my work-in-the-office days, it’s the reading time during my daily commute. Books kept me going during those endless and, otherwise lost hours on tubes and buses. Thousands of pages of fiction and non-fiction kept me sane through signal failures and delayed trains. I’d say that too much of my life went to waste in such a lame manner, making me feel frustrated and powerless. If it wasn’t for books.
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