I thought I’ll give myself (and you) a break and here it is: uncomplicated, cute, yummy, greek kitten.
Good day everyone!
March 12, 2012
i…want…to go!
My feet are itchy and I don’t know whether it’s because of what I keep hearing from my sister (all the invitations to the most extraordinary journeys and travels she gets…) or because a group of my friends is away in the Philippines with the Light the Way Missions, or because I simply miss the stuff… trains at night, foreign languages, dirty feet, the sun, the water, the backpack and and this wonderfully different way in which time flows while you’re on the move…
My henna drawing made by Nilima in India, Nashik in May 2010.
November 28, 2011
highlight of the trip: deGarre
in a sexy hipstamatic version.
A beer which is only sold in one small cozy pub run by a team of unfriendly, depressed, ‘i dont want to be here’ Belgians.
A very noble brew though, worth searching for and enduring the evil looks of the staff!
real pykczers 2 coome
November 16, 2011
PROEF: part I
November 11, 2011
Brugge in Summer
Draft Deadline= Brugge in Winter= Counting days.
Is there a chance for snow in Belgium in the end of November? There probably isn’t and it only just occurred to me now! I was imagining a perfect, white town… Long live naivity! I’m glad I realised this now, imagine the disappointment otherwise.
May 28, 2011
guns and serviettes
I’m dreaming of visiting the village where my great grandmother used to live. Our family still owns her little hut with a well in the front garden and a toilet at the back of the house. I haven’t been there for about ten years, maybe a little less; eight or nine.
Our family also owns a piece of woodland there and the wood itself was planted by us, too. I’m not sure whether I remember it, or remember it through stories and photographs, but I was there and was three then; we were all there. Me, my mum, grandma and grandpa, grandma’s sisters and brothers and their husbands and wives. My uncles and aunties and cousins, around the same age as myself.
