Bruxelles, je t’adore

As I heard the news about the Brussels chaotic situation on the 22nd of March, I felt a mixture of dread with disappointment. Something like: “I had figured this would happen eventually, but I wish it hadn’t.” Continue reading “Bruxelles, je t’adore”

Paris and my two weeks of silence

You might be wondering why I haven’t posted anything in two weeks. Nothing particularly tragic happened in my life to justify that absence, but something of the sort did happen to other people, and it affected me more than I thought it would. I couldn’t write before and, to be honest, I don’t feel that I can now. But, ok. Deep breath. Let’s start at the beginning: what happened in Paris on that traumatizing Friday (November 13, 2015) left a deep impression in me. Continue reading “Paris and my two weeks of silence”