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 [...]

Losing the fear of being a woman: 8 tips for solo women travelers in India

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8 tips for solo women travelers in India This post is dedicated to my July-25th-2013-me and to all the women who forgot to put inside their backpack their fears, so they could travel lighter, far away, as far as they wanted to go. “Boluda, you don’t know how it is! It drives you crazy ...It's a mess, it’s a mess! Good we didn’t go there as backpackers, because I swear we would be dead. I tell you one thing: the woman who makes India on a backpack deserves my whole admiration.” A Read more [...]

I never stay because no one ever says “stay”

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Legend has it that a few years ago, a group of spinsters friends and I (likely, the most spinster of all), met on February 14th to go to a bar and drink some beers of spite. Right: don’t judge us. Whoever who hasn’t got drunk to the rhythm of Franco de Vita, Alejandro Sanz or, in the worst case, Paquita la del Barrio, may cast the first stone. Oh well, maybe you can judge us a little bit: in our purses, besides the make- up kit (my friends), the cigarettes (me) and the cellphone (all) to delight Read more [...]

One day baby we’ll be old and think about the stories that we could have told…

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Like a mantra, it fell down from the radio into Miguel's car (my Spanish friend, who gives me a ride to Munich airport so I can catch the flight to Delhi); the song says the same over and over again: One day baby we'll be old and think about the stories that we could have told... That passion for collecting stories. For collecting memories, since from memories is what life is made of: memories. We naively think that life is made out of present, when as a matter of fact it's made out of past. The Read more [...]

Close encounter with the Dalai Lama

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The Dalai Lama... well, being his neighbor, at some point I would have to run into him, even if it was not precisely because we both went out at the same time to buy some bread. So there we are, a meter away from each other, while I am kneeling and I’m surrounded by fervent Tibetans and a group of Spaniards with whom I sat for translation purposes, in the temple of Tsuglagkhang, the official residence of His Holiness. And while it is true that I love those Dadaists times when I wonder: “How Read more [...]