Barring my Grandmother, my Aunt Hélène is by far the most generous person in my life. As she has told me often, giving is her greatest joy, and to gift…
Pushing Beetles through the Wall
This will be an exercise in memory. In the first years of my childhood, my parents often took my sister and I travelling around the Provence, mostly choosing sleepy towns…
Seppe, or, The Big Friendly Giant
Most people say to believe in mythical creatures is a children’s game. They insist the strange characters and colourful souls from folklore tales and old legends are just that, figments…
A Venetian Romance
I am greeted by my Italian girlfriend wearing her khaki skirt over a pair of black leather boots, matched by a silky black top and her lovely curls. Nearly mute…
Strange Love Apart
For one month and a half, Indi, my girlfriend, and I, will be separated by a handful of national borders, the towering Alps, and most crucially, our exams. She has…
James, or, The Man Who Knows Music
I have quite a peculiar friend. Perhaps, me being who I am, that is not surprising. Still, this one is remarkable. Three years ago we met in class, where he…
When Life can Hardly get any Better
This one will be a bit different. No diary, I just intend to write down some memories and impressions that went through my mind the past months. Of course we…
Elias, or, Such as There is only One
I would be surprised if it’s common to people my age, celebrating a best friendship that has lasted without interruption for ten heartfelt years. My first weeks in highschool were…
A Different Way of Life
I will tell you two short anecdotes from a recent trip to Andalucia. It is, more or less, the most southerly part of Europe, at least of the mainland, and…
Something’s Alive in the Ocean
Naast een lang weekend Parijs is deze week op Madeira onze eerste echte reis samen. We ontmoetten elkaar vier maanden geleden en tot nu toe waren het uitsluitend zachte verhalen,…