There’s something beautiful in feeling blue when we say our goodbyes. We realize how much our heart has been carried away that we can almost grasp a tightness in our chest.
I can’t hide the excitement. Visiting another country, taking a plane for the first time in five months, hearing a different language, having high expectations although not being able to predict any of them. That’s how I feel (but tenfold).
I find fascinating the contradictory effect of movies and TV shows, trying to warn people about something bad for their health. I cannot help but assume that as much alarm as they raise, most people want to go against the tide.
I caught myself reflecting on two questions that are illogical to answer. “How many monkeys have died since the first Covid-19 vaccine has been tested?” (question number one). Whereas the second one: “How on Earth did we manage before searching on Google came along?".
I’m excited just to picture myself getting on board: if this trip to Vienna materializes, I will be just like a child is when opening presents on Xmas Eve.
What if the entire world’s population acknowledged that a Covid vaccine won't save us from misery until 2021? How many of us can actually cope with the naked truth? The waves of optimism will abruptly perish and we’ll have no choice but surrender to the unescapable.
Officially 38: I think I had a click last night. I’ve always been very scared of getting older (fine, I’m still just a little bit!). But after celebrating my birthday for almost 24 wonderful hours, I realized that I cannot be afraid of one of the most divine things in life: experience.
For the second Saturday in a row after my usual morning shopping, I took a seat in the same Israeli restaurant on the Westerstraat. The outside tables have the best sunlight for a little tan whilst this guarantees me the right spot for my anthropological experiment.