Pentru varianta tradusa a textului si alte texte neintroduse aici, acceseaza blogul in limba romana, bucatariaculturala.wordpress.com. Click aici pentru acces direct la postare. I was talking with a friend about the moments of claustrophobia she experiences during her exam preparation for medicine`s residency (usually around 6 months of full on studying). Locked in the house, … Continue reading Robin (a poem)
Author: borntourist
The antidepressant. (a slightly over the top rendition of the monster in all of us)
Pentru varianta tradusa a textului si alte texte neintroduse aici, acceseaza blogul in limba romana, bucatariaculturala.wordpress.com. Click aici pentru acces direct la postare. Lately, I have been put face to face with a lot of friends suffering from depression. This text is a bit old, from 2015, but this represents my version of the invisible … Continue reading The antidepressant. (a slightly over the top rendition of the monster in all of us)
Canvas (a short story I wrote during my trip in Europe)
Once upon a time, while talking on the phone at 2 am in front of my house, I`ve met an 80 years old man struggling to find his way in the dark, tripping and falling, sliding his hands from tree to tree, just next to me. He had dementia, was stuck in time somewhere during … Continue reading Canvas (a short story I wrote during my trip in Europe)
2. Egypt: Gods, graves and scholars
The first time I found out about Egypt my mind was blown away. Yes, I`ve known for as long as I remember the typical representations of this child-friendly, easily identifiable country: the school stories, the Jewish nation enslaved and escaping the captivity, the cartoon pharaohs, the endless deserts and myths of curses, the rivers of … Continue reading 2. Egypt: Gods, graves and scholars
Full stop. (aka I wrote a short story)
Pentru varianta tradusa a textului si alte texte neintroduse aici, acceseaza blogul in limba romana, bucatariaculturala.wordpress.com. Click aici pentru acces direct la postare. In the distance, a palm above the horizon line, on the winding path between a thousand rice fields, two characters were making way towards the city`s train station. The time was late, … Continue reading Full stop. (aka I wrote a short story)