Did they put something in my wine? Cuz words are just pouring out of me.
“So much light, so many happy people, a hotel just next to densely squeezed, Michelin-starred hot food stalls on the nearest street corner, and a burgundy shoe box shop offering all sorts of strange liquids and jellies.”
“Here too it was ‘all nude, all the time,’ and we had to pick our way to chairs through a gaggle of naked, 60ish women who reclined leafing through back issues of SuperIllu, a sort of eastern German version of People magazine specializing in former GDR celebrities and their offspring.”
The city that’s given us music greats once gave me great comfort, and is also an example of resilience.
Often we don’t realize that the people we are closest to are the ones we tend to hurt the most.
“I am here in Europe in search of an arm, of a hand, in search of brethren, in search of that big heart that is sensitized by this cause, because the food that is eaten here in Europe comes with Indian blood.” – Ládio Veron