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Two Extremes

My life swings between two extremes. Most of the time I’m sociable, talkative, barely spend any time on my own. Then there’s a sudden slump, everything goes dark and I forget how I’m supposed to work. I used to think that the girl with the bright smile was me while the other girl was dysfunctional and flawed. Someone who has to be fixed. I never considered the option that the latter could be taking care of me, putting on the emergency brake in order...

Breathing

Some photos I snapped during my hike near Meiringen (where Sherlock Holmes faked his death) on Saturday afternoon. No writing, no music, no distractions. I try to think as little as possible and focus on my environment. Let my mind and senses wander. Dried leaves rustle, stirred up by mice. Omnipresent chirping of birds. Faraway car noise. Sunshine, a pleasant breeze. Two deers half hidden in the covert. I take deep breaths. I’ve been waiting for this. Medicine for my tattered soul. I’m lucky...

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Finding Uruguay In Italy

Staying in Italy for four days at my blogger friend Italian Hurricane‘s place made me realise how similar Italy and Uruguay are. The architecture, some dishes, the smell of the stairs of the house.. finding Uruguay in those details comes unexpected, and it hits me hard. It’s weird, I travel several hours by train into Switzerland’s neighbouring country and I find myself reminded of South America, thousands of kilometers away. I’ve always known that most of the Uruguayans are descendants of the Spanish and Italians,...

A Bittersweet Time In Bangkok

[Click here for part 1; September 2015] The next day our heads are throbbing and my stomach is unwell. I’m sure it’s the street food. Ironically, Kevin’s friend (who threw up next to me the night before) seems to be much better than us and I curse my indisposition. We have to force ourselves to get up because time is so scarce and valuable. Less than 48h to make up for the last two years of distance and the years to...

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Spring At The Ligurian Sea

I did it. It’s over. The portfolio is handed in and the pressure is gone, there’s nothing I can do about it anymore. The first thing I do afterwards is fleeing from the known and plunge into a new environment, meeting the lovely blogger Italian Hurricane. Ciao Italia. It’s good to see you again. My doomed relationship with my ex started here three years ago. It sparked between limoncello and a long train ride through the beautiful landscape between Naples and Milan. Luckily, it didn’t leave...