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An Autumn Dinner

Here we are, sitting in the small kitchen of my new place. My flatmate and landlady is on holidays in Spain. You’re my first guest. It’s the first time we’re alone since our goodbye three months ago, the goodbye that left so many unanswered questions and moral dilemmas. A lot has happened since then. Everything changed, and I’m not sure where we stand today. You remind me of this Katy Perry song. Hot and cold. One moment close, the next...

two rivals

Writing came first. Back in Uruguay, I found fellow teens’ blogs in which they wrote about their everyday life. I liked reading them and decided to give blogging a try, too. It quickly became my way of processing the shit I was going through, all the ups and downs while being alone and lonely in a foreign country on another continent. Words were my life line when big waves threatened to swallow me. Honest words and the connection they enabled....

Belgrade

I plunge into a new country in a part of the world I’ve never been to. Anticipation fills my body. I’m a child awaiting Christmas, can’t withhold the smile from my lips, the excitement is about to burst my heart. I hadn’t been looking forward to this photo trip, but ever since I’ve decided to do whatever I want instead of trying to do something my teachers would like to see, it has taken a turnaround. Đorđe, George, 27 and...

stars (day xi)

September brings spring to Uruguay, presenting us with sunshine and warmth. It’s my last weekend here. We’re bound for the capital, leaving the town I had to call home for eleven months behind. The place tore my fundaments away, leaving me with both deep scars and the chance to become a stronger and happier person. That was six years ago. Tonight I stare out of the window of the bus in awe, watching the endless sky first turn into a fiery...

disarmed

I’m unpacking and packing my luggage within a couple of hours. Here, there, gone. It’s time to return to Lucerne; the thought of it freaks me out. Meeting everyone again after a long time of absence.. I feel like I can’t do it, I want to be alone and hide while at the same time it’s the loneliness that’s eating me, the fear of realising that the connection is gone, people are okay without me, don’t miss me at all....