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Trusting people
Three years ago I set on a journey to learn to trust people. I gave up the lease of my half attic where I had felt isolated and alone too long. Then, on the second day of…
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I have long puzzled what had made my experiences so painful to me sometimes. So much so that I found it difficult to move on.…
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It has taken me some time to write you again. I have an idea, a feeling, something I would like to share, an insight of…
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“The essential thing is to want to sing.” These words from the opening of Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer brought me to tears the first…
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Recently I was talking to a friend. “You look beautiful!” I told her upon meeting. “Thank you,” she said. “As I was feeling a bit…
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I’m spending a week in my friend’s house in my old hometown. I’m reconnecting with all the shops I used to visit. The fishmonger at…
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Fear seems to be à la mode these days. I have joined the trend certainly. The past years, I have been afraid of men, heatwaves,…
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Reading the Pope’s The Name of God is Mercy, came after a lineup of other “self-help” books, which, though interesting, had all left me unsatisfied…
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Three months ago, the Pope died. He had risen from his illness, wished everyone “Buona Pasqua”, then he died. He had picked some moment, or…
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“Stella, leave.”“Leave Stella, I will kill you.” This is the opening of the final scene of Stella, the 1955 film from Greek director Mihalis Kakoyannis,…