
I hope you will never hear bombs, child
and hide in bunkers for hours, sometimes even days

I hope you will never hear bombs, child
and hide in bunkers for hours, sometimes even days

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I was a translator. I chose this line of work because I wanted to see and understand the world. I wanted to help build bridges between nations. My best childhood friend spoke four languages at the age of ten. I wanted to be just like her.

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This was my place a couple of days ago.
At a lake, there’s nothing to complain about.
The restaurant is already open, but there are no people.
It’s spring but still very cold, especially in the morning.

Very quiet at times, like a dream
sounds like a distant song within you…

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The fear of writing that I felt when I started writing vanished. I never noticed that I liked writing, didn’t really think about it, until I started blogging. Maybe writing has been something that has been waiting inside of me to be let out. Like a caged-up animal, waiting for the chance to be set free.

I wish a machine would give me access to other people’s feelings. I am not interested in their secrets, even though I can imagine it would be very entertaining -and shocking- to find all the skeletons hidden in the closets, but the truth is, human beings puzzle me. I would love to see what others feel and think, and why they act the way they do.

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January is half over, and now I am ready for the new year mentally as well. Two pieces of furniture that I had quoted to finish in 2023 were still sitting in my workroom New Year’s morning, reminding me that I had fallen behind in my schedule when I was fighting a cold for weeks.

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Everybody has already moved onto 2024 and I am still mentally stuck in 2023. I am running behind like always. I still haven’t let go of the old year, too much has happened and while not all might be worth sharing, I will do it anyway. 🙂