A year is only three hundred and sixty five days. Three hundred and sixty five times you hopefully open your eyes in the morning, you reach for your iphone or ipad and with your eyelids still sticking to each other you try to catch up with your online universe, and finally you pull yourself out of bed. …
Category: memories
Memory boxes
I am back in my parents house to empty their apartment. They moved away and I am in charge of sorting things out. From the first day I arrived, I dread to go to the basement and deal with the boxes buried underneath a mountain of useless furniture, paintings, old cloths, all kept “in case” …
Wine and chicks
It’s a déjà vu. Today is my last day in Paris. My last day of summer vacations which means that this time I am really moving away. As much as I try to organize my days, there is always a lot remaining for the last 24 hours. I even decide to postpone my departure to …