It might seem like a oxymoron but it's often when I travel and found myself in strange lands that I feel I belong to something. When I go through the arrivals gate, I always find the same expectant faces. Wide eyes carefully skipping from one face to the other. The smile bright smiles suddenly emerging … Continue reading Finding home in strange places
How many times do we forget to see? It's easy to look. Many times we're given the advice to look around, to look at, to look for. So many looks, and yet how many of these actually see? We are too busy looking forwards or looking back. Look into the past and perave in the … Continue reading Looking at the sky and seeing it
I have now celebrated fours years since I moved to London and I don't know how to feel towards this anniversary. Let be completely transparent and honest. My mood isn't exactly celebratory. Lately and special this year, my state of mind swings from melancholy to complete apathy. I've found myself at times not understanding what … Continue reading London and my fours years living in it
One of the things I like the most in any European city is simply the streets. Not that you can find any sort of pattern, mind me. But I like that these streets were not built for cars. I adore how intrinsicate, narrow, wavy or even steep they can be. I love the way buildings … Continue reading Exploring the living old parts of Rome
Two things to know about me. I am very, very impacient. I am never, never satisfied. This is a hell of a cocktail. It's not easy to keep up. Not for others, not even for myself. It is also a very lonely place to be in. Thankfully, being alone, travelling alone, doing anything alone has … Continue reading If not now, when?
The Winged Bone 