“When you only produce art to please people, it ceases to be authentic.”
I had to convince myself to get up from under my comforters that successfully protected me from the deadly grips of linguistics monsters, throw some acceptable clothes on and hit the road.
It’s tradition that makes us truly feel “home” during the holidays.
Some quick fixes for mild cases of the winter blues.
It’s your body. Wear it proudly.
A stormy ride in the wild zigzag course from Balkan to Baikal, from Bucharest to Moscow!