I haven’t seen a new flag in a while… I like seeing new flags in my stats, especially on so-so days. Last time, I put my best games on to seduce Brazil, and not long later, the home of Rio’s Carnival showed up, and lit my day! Today I miss Guinea. Not New Guinea, nor…… Continue reading Guinée…
I am building up a playlist for Tuesday’s party, do you have any ideas? My brother’s Messenger bubble head has just popped up on the screen… Tuesday, an old friend is throwing a summer party. A very special party gathering a whole bunch of people I haven’t seen in 20 years or so. As I…… Continue reading Soaking in the early nineties…
Sometimes it is the little things that make a difference in life. You can’t win the loterie’s jackpot everyday. You can’t get promoted, find the love of your life and have that exhilirating butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling every time the sun greets us with another day… Just not possible. And not to be wished for either, because…… Continue reading The little things…
Bikini day!! Yes, yes… I know, exciting uh?!? And this is one International Day I couldn’t post about without proper preparation… so here are 14 fun facts about your favorite swimwear, with some of my thoughts on the side… Enjoy! When the first bikini was introduced in 1946, it was marketed as a two-piece…… Continue reading International Day of the Day…
Kamsar existed because of and for the local bauxite processing plant, CBG. It was the home of the numerous expats picked throughout the world to work for CBG, and a few priviledged locals. Our lives revolved around the company, depending on it for all and anything… We didn’t have any live tv chanel, no…… Continue reading Kamsar, random tales…The hen that wasn’t
In the early nineties, my father got hired to work in a bauxite mine plant, in Guinea. We moved to a small town, Kamsar, that was built by the company, CBG. Here are a few, randomly picked tales from my 5 years spent there. (Note the giant poodle pup just above the country’s name… It…… Continue reading Kamsar, random tales… The black panther
I know some people who only speak French. And people that only speak English… I never could have done that. Very early, I discovered I had an easiness with language learning. It probably came from my interest in other languages, or at least, that helped a lot. I learned English out of pure need. I…… Continue reading Je parle…
For a living, that is. I froze… What job was my dad doing when I was a child? He could have been a doctor, a singer… He could have driven big trucks, leaving for weeks at a time, being a truck driver. He could have been a taxi driver, or played in “Taxi driver”, then…… Continue reading What did your father do?
« My brother gave me syphilis! » I love saying that phrase out loud. In crowds. The more people around me, and the nosier their ears are (nosy ears, that’s funny), the better. I love the looks and frowns it provokes. I love the barely hidden disgust on people’s faces at the thought of such open incest…… Continue reading My brother gave me syphilis…
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
Cyranny's Cove 