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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I am Lucky but Insatiable

Everywhere I live I have a big box that silently but firmly hides memories. Memories of visited cities, visited monuments, visited sights from all around the world. These are unorganized memories. Just thrown into the box as they arrive home. No selection, no categorization. No need. They all have been carefully selected when they were…

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The Magic Box of the Past

I do not know how you are with this but I am very sentimental. Always been, always will. Incurable! I carefully keep things from my past both in and out (feelings and tangible things).  Someone told me once that this extreme sentimentalism is my biggest strength and biggest weakness. I think he was right. But…

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