. I am sorry, because I’ve just learnt that Canada has betrayed you in the past, and in the most horrible way. This is a part of our history that our back-then leaders tried hard to hide from us people. And hadn’t it be for the families that worked hard to make the ”That never…… Continue reading I’m sorry Ukraine…
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. No, not in Ukraine, unfortunately. The war I’m referring to is, or should I say was one of my favorite Danish fun facts. Just to give you an idea, I wrote this post during the very first month of my blogging adventure, back when The Cove was meant just to talk about Denmark to…… Continue reading OMG! The war is over…
. They are. I’ll never cease to be amazed that two such incredible human beings got to meet, fall in love, and give me the chance of being their daughter for the rest of our respective lives. Mom and Dad are insanely supportive, no matter what I do (or try to), and sometimes, I was…… Continue reading My parents are the best!
. I must be honest, three weeks ago, I didn’t have a clue where Odessa was. I knew it was a city, and that it probably was on some coast, somewhere. Because one of the biggest fish and seafood markets in Montréal is called Odessa. But for some reason, if I had had to guess,…… Continue reading A night in Odessa…
. I wish I could wake up tomorrow morning to find out that what I thought was a news channel, was a very bad reality show all of this time… Then again, isn’t exactly what it is? I feel for the women, children and elderlies, that are leaving their home country by hundreds of thousands,…… Continue reading Je me souviens…
. Oh my… After almost a month-long coverage of the (useless and highly annoying) so-called Freedom Convoy keeping Ottawa under siege, I thought we’d get a little break. You know, a couple of days of the news channels looking for merely exciting topics, like when a Montrealer got fined for feeding squirrels (by the way,…… Continue reading Hang in there, Ukraine!!
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. Cold and wetTired and exhausted,She layHanging on forDear lifeIn the ruinsOf their battlefieldBed…Her once King,Her once kingdomTorn, destroyedAnd now longGone.The violent silenceMaking her feelThat her very fleshIs getting rippedLike a peel…Slowly agonizing,She looks DeathIn the eyes,Begging for yetAnother breathRefusing to sayGoodbye… . . In response to Fandango’s Fandango’s Story Starter.
I think memories have a life of their own… They come and go as they please, and sometimes when they visit you, they bring back a wave of souvenirs along… Today, as I was working, I suddenly remembered something I hadn’t thought about in decades. I can’t put my finger on what brought this piece…… Continue reading Forbidden games…
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