I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading The second floor window…(November 1st FFF)
Warning – This is just another piece of my ”Second Floor Window” story. I don’t want anyone to worry. This does not reflect any real feelings… I’m not scared of anyone. I’m not trying to be cocky when I say that. I just know myself… And no fear can top that. I knew…… Continue reading My worst enemy…
The beauty of not setting yourself a destination, is that you never get lost. I walked all day, with no other goal than following my footsteps instinctively. No map, no sightings checklist. I don’t want to be just another tourist. It was a bit awkward at first… Stepping out of Concorde Metro Station, as…… Continue reading Wait and see…
Waking up in a new city is a great feeling. No matter how late I go to bed, or how bad the jetlag is, when I am in a brand new place, I always wake up really early the first morning. Just to listen to the neighbourhood starting the day. It is by…… Continue reading Strangers…
Home is a strange concept for me. Most people need to return to their house to feel ”home”. Most people have a place where they feel grounded. I never had roots, I don’t feel any attachment to a certain place. I often got sorry looks when I tried to explain my rootlessness. I don’t…… Continue reading Home.
I should have known. I should have known from the start something like this would happen. Just typical of me, wouldn’t you say? But who am I kidding, and how could you know? You don’t even have a clue about who I am… You probably haven’t even noticed me yet. Or maybe you have.…… Continue reading The second floor window…
Cyranny's Cove 