Wandering Secrets

There are three ways a flight can go: blissfully stable, (violently)turbulent, chaotically ending in a freefall. We say that flying is the safest way to move around, that it’s safer to get on a plane than in a car; that a plane can’t really fall and even if it did there’s a chance you land […]

Brno, July 2015.   Wandering around the streets of lovely Brno under the heat of the sun, we were looking for something to do indoors. It was either hiding from the sun, or complying to my friends’ request to rent a SEGWAY. Yakes, a segway. I hate those things. That’s how we’ll all end up […]

Moving to China? Keep it simple! Four pair of trousers, three pair of shoes, as many tops as you can and…

Source “You keep traveling because nothing’s happened to you- yet.”   When I heard this for the first time I paused. I didn’t know if I was shocked at the pessimism of the sentence or if she was right or absolutely wrong. It took me a few seconds to get out of my dream and […]

I had been dreaming of this moment for years. I remember in high school, when I first heard about it.   Free hugs.   I think it was the first time I realized the world could also be a good place. The first time since we moved to France that I saw people doing something […]

There’s this noticeable, strange and irrational fear for the police in France. Drivers getting nervous when they see a blue car, people twiking, behaving just a little bit out of normal when they come across the police. I haven’t seen this behaviour in any other country so far, and I can’t explain it to my […]

A grey, cold Sunday afternoon in Slovakia.   The feeling that the weekend has flown by.   The melancholy of having to say goodbye to a friend.   A bus that can’t take the usual road to Devin.   A bus driver that let us out in another village, 3 km away from the Devin ruins. […]

It striked me yesterday. While my body needed a good night’s sleep, my mind kept on trying to find the reason why living in Slovakia has not been an unforgetable experience so far. Not that I’m the only one getting this feeling from life in Bratislava, but it’s been bothering me for some time now. […]