The only Valentine’s Day present I remember is from my mom. A small picture frame holding an old photograph of me. I must be around two as I was just learning how to use the chamber pot. And my mom would sit with me for long minutes trying to make me stay in one place by giving me…
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Silence. Confusion. Dilemmas. I am from all over and nowhere. The guilt towards my parents, who think I abandoned my country. The joy what I feel every time I return to it. I am from all over and nowhere. The sooner you start your journeys,…
I was on the way home from a lawyer visit about how to move to Israel when I saw an event, named: The Secret Ingredient Workshop – How to feel local and create the life you want in Israel. They say when you are in line with your authentic self, synchronicities appear in your life. Since…
It was not my first time. I was listening his words with stillness. He had five minutes. But when the gong gave its warning he was only half way through. The room was filled with excitement and tension. We all forgot the rules and just continued to slap our hands louder and louder making an unavoidable…
The infatuation with Brussels “When is the time to leave a country that is your temporary home? When is the enough really enough? When is the point when you have to let go instead of trying? “ I have been living in Brussels for five years now. It was love at first sight. I loved the…
I was surviving an ordinary rainy day in Brussels. In fact I decided to use the metro as my shelter against the heavy drops that did not feel like stopping. While observing the grey faces that, I like to believe, might have just adjusted themselves to the grey day, twenty yellow vests started to blur…
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Me in love with stage – until I got a uniform to wear ? ? People are not stupid, they just learn to act like that. I refuse to encourage stupidity. I came to New York to fly high. I came to New York to be encouraged to…
I would be Paul. Yes, my name would be Paul and I know it for sure, as a matter of fact. I was fourteen when on a rainy day nothing seemed more interesting than climbing up to our dim lit attic and play Sherlock Holmes without actually being asked to act as one. Opening boxes…
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Some consider him the greatest contemporary God of our times, some simply deny his pure existence. I am yet to decide which group I fall into… Me reflecting in Koons piece It is not an easy task to write a review of the Whitney Museum’s closing…
Originally posted on The NYC Journal by Virag Gulyas:
Really, truly, desperately starving. Craving for food. Dying for real food. During my previous US trips I was a convenient tourist with dine-outs, hotel breakfasts; absolutely negligent towards the food-factor in my days. But I am not a tourist now: I have no room-service, no fancy-shmancy…
