When Traveling Is No Longer Enough

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It always happens with cereal: I buy one brand, and I eat that same brand for breakfast every morning, for weeks and weeks, until I get tired of it. Frosties, Frosties, Frosties. Special K, Special K, Special K. Rice Krispies, Rice Krispies, Rice Krispies. And so on, and so on. I discover a new song and I listen to it over, and over, and over… until I check my iTunes and discover that I've listened to Copenhagen by Vetusta Morla 226 times and, therefore, I shouldn’t be very surprised that Read more [...]

I dreamed of you, Nepal

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“We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that... And yet it all seems limitless.”  The Sheltering Sky. Paul Bowles.   -I am taking holidays for India. Holidays Read more [...]

From a distance, he looked just like him…

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Until that moment, he had been only words. Only words without a face. That doesn’t mean there is something totally wrong about it. That’s why literature is literature: everyone can imagine the characters as they want and, although the writer describes him with periods and moles, wrinkles and commas, on the reader's mind that character will always have different faces, depending on whoever reads the lines who cherish him. The problem is when the writer has not even clear how that character Read more [...]

You never know where you might end up… or begin

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Just move and the path will appear -Zen proverb Dear readers: The rocking horse has been pretty quiet, gathering dust in the corner. That’s often the fate of yesteryear’s toys, those that are no longer used because, for our grown-up’s responsibilities’ sake, they are relegated to the corner of the things that can always wait and then become obsolete (as it usually happens with rocking horses) and, simply, one day, you don’t use them anymore at all. So rocking the horse again Read more [...]

How difficult is to love an Israeli soldier

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  To him He combs my hair in such a soft way, so soft, so softly that I could keep writing during all these paragraphs “soft” and, not even like that, I would be able to describe how soft he does it. Like if my hair could really hurt me. I think is unbelievable that such a big hand can do something so delicate. And, while he’s doing it, I think is unbelievable that with that same hand with which he so gently caresses my hair with a simple comb, he can also shoot a rifle. A hand Read more [...]