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…

Free Therapy x Barbry

Wow, how fast have these 2 months gone by? I’m glad to see you again! The good news! Since the project has been receiving over 100 sign-ups to free therapy in less than 24 hours, I’ve decided to open the door to more possibilities of raising money and help everyone that needs it. It’s not…

Liebe Berlin…

One of the most talked about cities, Berlin, has a reputation that gives people goose bumps 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…

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…