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Valizas

Being disconnected for a couple of days, soaking up the winter sun, the ocean breeze and a great read was the best gift I could make myself. When it was quiet at night I didn’t take out my iPod to listen to my favourite songs; I focused on the sound of the ocean instead. The steady swoosh of the waves when everything else fell silent reminded me of cars on a highway. It was soothing to know that there was...

A Precious Smile

We’re sitting in a train headed towards the mountains, playing Exploding Kittens. The compartment is packed. Luckily we’ve been early and caught a little space with a table for the four of us – two friends, my love and me. By the time precipices rise high outside the train window and the snow-covered mountain peaks seem within reach, we’re lost in the game. It’s funny. I remember being on trips many years ago, hearing other people having fun and laughing, envying them. There was no fun where...

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-3°C

We’re in the outskirts of my beloved forest, in an unobstructed spot overlooking Lucerne. An icy wind hits my bare skin. Am I out of my mind? Only a week ago I was sick, drinking liters of tea per day and clutching a heat pack to my tummy. But here I am, taking off my jacket, dress and bra in a swift movement. Biting cold receives me. Liberation. I’m not only shedding my clothes, but also the inhibition and fears that have accompanied me...

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02 January 2017

I’m supposed to do a hundred things for uni, but I’m treating myself some extra days of vacation instead. Probably sounds familiar to the most of you. Anyways, today was a lovely day for the following reasons: My love, Robin and I had late breakfast while the sun was shining through the big living room windows, flooding the apartment with a warm glow (I should have taken a photo of that, damn). The first thing I did this morning was to run to said...

Lost Melancholy

October 2015 The wintery autumn night catches me by surprise. I cycle home after a stressful afternoon of babysitting. It’s shortly after 7pm, but the sky is already tinted in a shade of rich dark blue. The air I inhale feels like peppermint in my lungs. The sight of the lonely streets lit by yellowish street lamps fills me with melancholy and my heart aches for the heartfelt music of Keane, my favourite band I’ll probably forever relate with sad autumns and nostalgic winters....