Language Classes are the Mirror of the Soul

  When I came home this afternoon, instead of continuing my crochet project, I started thinking: “I totally want to take Italian classes when I get back to Berlin”. I was somewhat taken with the sound of the word scrittrice, meaning “writer”, when I came across an Instagram post of a book café in Milan I […]

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Torn Between Home and Elsewhere

When I walked the narrow, nostalgic streets of Lisbon, listening to the sounds of Portuguese TV programmes escaping through open windows and watching the yellow streetcars pass by, I thought to myself: “This would be a great place for a honeymoon”. When I visited Madrid two summers ago, I started thinking about what a nice […]

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A Walk in the Afternoon (Random Thoughts Part II)

  A walk down the street. Past cars, past houses and past flowers. Rail tracks. Never used and yet still there. Birds singing, dogs barking, children’s’ laughs of joy. Men playing volleyball, seniors riding bikes. Families in the grass on picnic towels. Shisha smoke and curry and pommes frites. Girls in hijab swimming in the lake. […]

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