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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The Day After You Were Reborn: Today

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…

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why I wish I would be a guy

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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