Being a blank page
It’s a rare opportunity to be a blank page. Some will almost never experience it; others are addicted to it. There are the thrill and fear of new beginnings attached…
Me telling stories of events I have experienced. Life is full of beautiful stories, why not share them?
It’s a rare opportunity to be a blank page. Some will almost never experience it; others are addicted to it. There are the thrill and fear of new beginnings attached…
T’es qui, toi? Who are you? Quién eres? Try to answer this question in different languages. Did you always say the same thing? Apparently you didn’t, but even translating your…
How much do you assume? When in a conversation, when coming to a new place? And then, will you still talk about subjects that you assumed to be common knowledge?…
Today, I want to add a personal text to this blog that has so far been rather analytical. It's about the fresh taste of new circumstances and the smell of…
Some time ago, the word "culture" had two quite specific meanings for me. Firstly, I knew it as a term for events that were related to art. Going to the…
Arriving in a foreign country awakens my curiosity. It's a special kind of curiosity that would slumber if I heard the same language all day, met the same people and…