I lived in New York and something stayed there…

Virag, why don’t you write?  A ticking bomb in my soul. Something that wants to happen but I hold it back. So, really. Why don’t I write? ‘I used to cry but I don’t have time…’ – this is the only answer I get while asking my question aloud under the shower. I am in tears. The warm…

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Oh My God! My bag!

‘Oh Jeez my bag! My bag! My bag! I have everything in it: my camera, my external hardware, my visa, my ID, my eye drops, my Oh My GOD my bag!’ There was I, standing in the middle of the 2nd Avenue, in the middle of Manhattan, in the middle of the world’s busiest city. I…

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