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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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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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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…