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For some time now, I haven’t been into recipes that much. I mean food recipes, but maybe it’s been a metaphor for the other recipes…
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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 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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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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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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“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…