This very moment I am sitting outside a café in Paris. The moment is super cliché: me wearing a white dress, my coffee, a cigarette and my laptop. Yesterday, I was at this very same café, at this very same terrace, with a glass of rosé waiting for him to come. You may wonder who […]
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It’s been a while since I last wrote. Three months to be exactly. I have not written in the past months because at first I felt I had not much going on, hence not much to say. Later, things in life started to spice up again, but I was too worried, tired and afraid of […]
Giving myself another chance
Tonight I heard my neighbors fighting. It is not the first time I hear them yelling and swearing at each other. Even though, most of the times I hear them having sex. I guess half of the people living in Paris have been through this issue of non sound proof walls and ceilings. But just […]
A letter to my nineteen year old self
Dear D, Exactly 8 years ago you were turning 19. It was the first birthday that you experienced in France, abroad and alone. Well, not quite alone because your amazing friends had already planned a surprise birthday party for you. How lucky were you to have people that loved you so much after knowing you […]
“You are not Catholic, you are not French, you are not too skinny.”
“You are not catholic, you are not French, you are not too skinny” were the words that my ex boyfriend told me one night in bed. He was actually referring to all the concerns his awful mother (yes, I used the adjective she deserves) had about me. This led to our first big fight and the […]