Back To The Roots
Here I am, sitting on a wobbly chair, my nails all dirty from working in the garden, grandma’s huge dog snoring at my feet, a glass of homemade white wine
Read moreHere I am, sitting on a wobbly chair, my nails all dirty from working in the garden, grandma’s huge dog snoring at my feet, a glass of homemade white wine
Read moreThis title is so full of clichés, that I am wondering how many will start reading without being pissed. Yes, I do mean to speak of women, generally, because it
Read moreOne summer, when I was 12, I had a ritual. Everyday around 7 pm I used to go with my neighbour, Daniel, to buy ice cream. There was this special
Read moreIn 2015 I had my first Romanian bagel. It happened at Sunday Bagels and Coffee.Back then I had this crazy idea to work in a corporation. Well, if I come
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