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  • Dreaming of New York

    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…

  • Cooking for life

    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…

  • My next journey

    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…

  • Porridge Paradise: London style

    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…

  • City Life: the London edition

    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,…

  • Morning rituals

    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…

  • Seeing PAUL and Starbucks

    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…

  • To my home and adventure

    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…

  • Syntagma part two

    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…

  • Syntagma part one

    Syntagma Square had even more Christmas lights than I had expected from photos friends had sent me. It was drenched in Christmas lights, enthusiastically drizzled…