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Maybe it is my pre-carnival mood. The diamond grid. It reminds me of Italian commedia dell’arte. Carnival Venice style. Puppets, masks, the mysterious eyes behind.…
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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…
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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…
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I had a practical problem, my need for food. I would arrive in Athens on the evening of the second day of Christmas and I…
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Vienna was boring in a good way. Predictable like the end of a romantic comedy, you know what is going to happen and you couldn’t…
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Vienna was boring in a good way. After Athens, I had longed to return to civilization. I mean this in the best possible way, on…
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“Oh my, you have a beautiful smile,” said the man who had just taken the seat opposite me in the train from Verona to Innsbruck.…
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“Did you tell the man in the trattoria you came from us,” asked my happy receptionist in the hotel the next morning. “Ehm, no, I…
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“You can just take anything you like,” the receptionist in the hotel had told me. “No extra charges. We want you to feel free and…
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I woke up early, happy that I could finally get out of this place. Somehow, Bologna and I hadn’t been off to a good start…
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This is the story of the old lady who was sitting in front of Alfa-Vita at New Year. My first place in Athens was an…
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If generosity is one art to admire in Athens, music is another one. The secret to Greek music is conviction. To love without shame, to…
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Athens is simple. There are no hidden messages. Athens is more direct than Amsterdam, where people do not hesitate to ask you how much money…
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Athens is honest. To be honest is more than not lying, it is a man’s pride, and a woman’s too. Being honest is being free.…
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I love Athens for her bloodiness. She is the most blooded city I have ever been. Not like Rome, where everything is perfectly cute, even…