Butterfly

  It’s a sunny April’s day. I’m sitting inside as every other April’s day this year. I see her. She happily flies around from flower to flower, the butterfly. Funny word butterfly. Every langue I…

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The mosaic city

It’s the end of a fantastic weekend. I have just got on the metro with my little red suitcase and my blue backpack. Next to me a man answers the phone. His accent giving away…

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The shift

Twenty years ago we crossed Europe from south to north in a life changing journey. I moved so often but never out of this country I considered my home for such a long time. We…

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The journey

I seem to be, as usual, more on the road than anywhere else. Green fields clouds, sunshine and sheep greet me. I enjoy it, the journey. In the end it is all about the journey.…

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The new world

Where ships have sailed, pirates have pillaged, slaves arrived in a new land, where the new world met the old. This fairytale world, lush green landscapes, the coloured houses. I stand here and breathe the…

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