I was 1-years-old

I was almost 1-years-old. I remember.I remember those long arms reaching out for me, grabbing me into a hug and lifting me way up in the air. While I was up, I looked down at my grandma while she was watering the flowers. She had a big smile on her face. Then my mom took…

Liebe Berlin…

One of the most talked about cities, Berlin, has a reputation that gives people goosebumps from across the world. Its name is being mentioned as I’m writing this article, maybe by an excited group in a pub, planning their 8th Berghain attempt, or by an Australian girl while she’s telling her friends about her DJ Tinder…

Romania is a strong woman

If Romania was a person, it would be a single mother in her 40s. Her husband left her not only with a little girl but also with a deep sadness that is well hidden behind her brown eyes. She is a fighter who doesn’t know what a break feels like, she doesn’t have time to stop…

If Hamburg was a person…

  It’s raining. It’s the type of rain that makes me feel safe, that sneaky rain that’s subtly pushing my hand up and reaches out for old photo albums on the bookshelf – in my case, dusty DVDs and folders on my laptop. The nostalgia of the past travels and of the places I’ve been…