Wandering Secrets

As I apparently often do in this blog, this post comes as a reaction to guidebooks and the visitors’ tendency to underestimate Slovakia. It’s terrifying how little the books actually say (or know?) about this country. Granted, I don’t know a lot more than the guidebooks. Just a little bit, learnt during my year around […]

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 […]

Nothing better than an authentic story to tell us about how Easter is celebrated in Slovakia:                   ” Easter traditions in Slovaquia are a kind mix of the Christian religion and of a pagan celebration that celebrates the begining of the spring. Easter symbols, like decorated eggs, […]

The reactions to my last post got me thinking about how and what I’d written about Slovakia. I wasn’t trying to list negative aspects, nor was I saying that I didn’t like my life here. It was more a cry of wanderlust than a post about Slovakia. Confused?  Me too! We’ve been living in Bratislava […]

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. […]

When I was a little girl I used to dream about spending the night  in a supermarket. I used to imagine ways of hiding before closing time, and ways of getting out unseen at opening time. Then, of course, my favourite part was to picture me wandering around the supermarket and trying all kinds of […]

So, this is… it? This is how you feel when it happens in your country. This is how you feel when an attack was carried where your family and friends live. This is how it feels to be away, to feel powerless. Jihadists have taken the lives of the entire redaction of the French magazine […]