Category on the road ENG

In the chaos of holiday preparations I am here, at home, hiding from the world. If I could I would be long gone, away, frying in the southern sun for example. But something holds me here dearly. I finally found…

To be born thousands kilometers away from each other and meet must be some kind of magic. Especially when you happen to understand me like nobody else can, despite all the differences, cultural or superficial. You read my eyes as…