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Visiting a young French bakery in Amsterdam
In the early days of January, I had a little French adventure in Amsterdam. I am not French, but I do feel related to them,…
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Recently, my wonderful Brazilian friend gave me Monsieur Big mascara for my birthday. It came in a black and stiletto pink carton box, Sex and…
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I haven’t told you yet about a friend of mine, a beautiful lady, happy, light, colourful. She has lived a life full of beautiful people…
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I had grown tired, so tired in fact that my back didn’t function any more. At all. I was familiar with my back problems and…
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I had forgotten about oats. That is, not really forgotten. I had just not thought about them for some time now. Summer had arrived–oats can…
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I find city life so beautiful. There is such style to it, such vibrancy. The buzz of a metropolis. Never mind the dirt, the pollution,…
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Rekindling an appetite for life My body started to feel thin, worn out. In a wish to learn something new, I had gone through all…
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The first time I met Paul was in London. I’m not sure, whether it was right after I arrived at King’s Cross that we ran…
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There it was, in an upper corner stuck to the inside of the window of the bus, just above the entrance door and a collection…
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Waiting at the traffic lights to cross the street to Hotel Grande Bretagne, I watched the city pass me by. To my right, I saw…