The culprit
Maybe some of my followers are wondering what happened to me. I grew silent since January. No posts no photos. Nothing. The culprit: a brand new violin I received as
I was in a pickle! (or the story of the Symphony Number 3)
Many years ago, I worked as an intern in a radio station making interviews and reporting about culture. I had to fill a space of three minutes with news about
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Chaos
Yesterday morning, the wind opened violently a window, and the curtain swept everything that was on the table. A vase with flowers, two photos, a bottle with soda and a
Saved by the Bell
Tell us about a time when you managed to extract yourself from a sticky situation at the very last minute. Last minute escapes from harm are my speciality. I already
Rescued
Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail? I’m not a hero. I don’t remember rescuing
Wet, Fresh, Alive
Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly
Molotov cocktail
Tell us about a bullet you’re glad you dodged — when something awful almost happened, but didn’t. The police had detained some known supporters of a terrorist group. I was
His fist and my nose
Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright. The trial was routine At least I thought so.
A wonderful surprise
Why did you start you blog? Is that will why you blog, or has your site gone in a different direction than you’d planned? This blog has changed not only