Reflections
If the Countries we met were Ladies
Japan is gentle and cute, looking a lot like a porcelain doll. She speaks quietly and often the muted melody of her voice is interrupted by sharp, yet soothing sounds of agreement. When she laughs hers eyes disappear to become two narrow slits and her hand shields her mouth in modesty. Japan is shy and avoids eye contact. Curiosity is not her trait. […]
Kissing Phenom Penh Good Bye
If I had to point out one thing that I like about myself it would be the fact that I easily forget the bad. My amnesia has erased the painful years when I was the tallest and skinniest human teenager. Gone are childhood traumas, family conflicts, friendship fallouts and days of school misery. I don’t remember any of it. Hopefully […]
