I was just looking at the two posts I wrote last year, when I was already confined in my room in London and was seeing my future plans ruined by this odd pandemic. On my post "The Birth of Spring - Part I" I wrote about how dark Spring was actually looking. It was difficult … Continue reading And Spring comes once again
It is a cruel consolation to know and see Nature going on as it should go. A consolation because at least something looks normal. While we are in lockdown at home, with our lives on hold, not being able to plan not even short term, piles of anxiety, sadness, loneliness and depression are a contrast … Continue reading The Birth of Spring – Part 2
I'm more of a Fall person, to be completely honest. But I do confess there is a certain pleasure in seeing the circle of life with my own eyes. One of the things I love about Britain is how pronounced each season is. With Spring, comes the promise of new life, a fresh start. The … Continue reading The Birth of Spring – Part I
Does your heart have an owner over there? That was the first question he chose to ask. And oh dear. It's not just the answers that can be wrong. The same rule applies to questions. And that was very wrong. Indeed. Dreadfully wrong. No one wants to be asked such personal questions in a job … Continue reading Questions of the heart
I have now celebrated fours years since I moved to London and I don't know how to feel towards this anniversary. Let be completely transparent and honest. My mood isn't exactly celebratory. Lately and special this year, my state of mind swings from melancholy to complete apathy. I've found myself at times not understanding what … Continue reading London and my fours years living in it
