Fiction · Just stories · Thoughts · Travel

Le bouquet de Marguerites…

He loves me… He loves me not… One thing’s for sure, He loves me more than He loves you! A perfect example of the discussion echoes I heard here and there in the white Villa everyday. At first, I was barely paying attention to the childish arguments, but after a few days, I noticed it…… Continue reading Le bouquet de Marguerites…

Dreams · Just stories · Me myself and I · Thoughts · Travel

Bons baisers d’Albanie…

  Dear Mom and Dad, I woke up this morning in Albania. I was a bit confused at first, not quite sure if I was still dreaming, but it seems that I really am in Vlora. I just didn’t want you to worry while I find out what is going out here… I apparently live…… Continue reading Bons baisers d’Albanie…