An Orphean Life

One tends to glorify the dead and thus walk among them.I, for my part, spent the weekend nights in tears, cramps and solitude over my Orphean lifestyle. I genuinely tried to enjoy the Russian opera in London on Saturday night.Surprisingly …

Friday Evening…

It was the first time that a parent of a close online friend sent me an email……and it was the first time that this parent told me that his 27 year old son passed away. You will be greatly missed  …

Scheme of Saturday

I am up with the first traffic noise and can’t wait to see the city buzzing. A minute ago I still stood on the beach with only fire light and now making tea in a peculiar way: I didn’t notice …

Sense for Sensibility

How I survived Monday is beyond any understanding. Weak and yet resilient like a cactus in the rain. By three I said to myself: when he can go to Malta with his friends, I go to Rome with myself.The idea …

My spring has ended already

All I can say is that I left the house with a great deal of hopes and sunshine and it ended with the words “Jessika you are lovely but…”, three packs of tissues on and between the sheets, three blankets …

In theory

This morning my thoughts are with the things and people who are long gone from my immediate environment, my grandfather, my cousins, how we used to play. Not in the usual sentiment. It all has become warm memory. My grandfather …

A Vicious Fruit Crime

Some people seriously ask me if I never tire of drawing a line between myself and others. Actually… No. The best comparison is probably the yellow stripe on station platforms: they keep you away from the tracks.Often enough I dream …

Disappearing Mango

Hmmmmm you know, I pick up funny stories here and there but this one….is truly hilarious! Seven-tonne Big Mango stolen Imagine…there may be someone out there right now trying to squeeze it through customs…would make a great smoothie.

Alterations down to the core

This morning will be my last breakfast in bed for a while.I still marvel at how suddenly every piece falls into place. And changes come swiftly without asking for my permission. Even down to my skirts.Some take it lightly, and …

Word on my Birthday

The word of the day on my birthday: bodacious An hour to get out of bed, an hour at work, ten minutes back to bed.Then the sun came out and a phone rang.