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Vicious Cycle


They say:”Dirty little secrets always come out!”. Now, truly don’t they? And the most important of all, noooow, don’t we all have some of those?

Despite, our efforts, sometimes walking in the sun and letting go of the dark side of the moon is really hard. We tend to find all kind of excuses and yet we get dragged again… Let’s face it, the dark is just an excuse itself, to justify our own behaviors…

So our cozy, comfortable, little rooms have those big, roomy closets, not for just our clothes to wear, but also keeping bodies and skeletons, don’t they?

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Never ending competition


“Dua te jetoj ne mal!” was my status a while ago, which means literally “I want to live in the mountain!”.

I was driven by the idea of escaping the “modern” world, from the system that fuels it. System, we, people make happen everyday. Like it or not, I am part of it myself, so I wanted to escape from me. The part of me that is driven by vanity, envy, jealousy, competition, ambition and I don’t know other words, synonyms ending in “tion”.

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Shelter the desert

I would have preferred to delay a bit more, me writing about mmm I don’t know how to call it, social or political issues in my home country, Albania, but the “desert” diverts my focus right into it.
I would love to say that I love Albania and I probably do, despite the mix of feelings that I have in my heart.

You know which is one of my biggest fears? It is watching this country degrade so much and becoming a desert… Continue reading Shelter the desert


Italian ChaT

I went downstairs, storming, as I wanted to be out and about as soon as possible.

There she was:

Oh Buongiorno! Dormito bene?” (Oh good morning! Slept well?)

I stopped. “There she is, the old lady, again.”

Buongiorno!“I replied reluctantly. “Why do I feel uncomfortable? Is it her mesmerizing blue eyes? She looks wise and dangerously smart. That smart that makes you feel like your soul is open and ready for her to read.”

Svegliata presto, giovane signorina! E anche di fretta. Gradisce un caffé?

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Ouch, that’s my toe, lady!

I do not have a driving license. It took me some moments to write down the sentence. I can imagine, some of you rolling their eyes, some turning their heads in deep disapproval. I know, my friends are always scolding me or I am the favorite joke regarding the driving part, however this is not the issue.  Let’s get straight to the point, shall we?


Since,  I do not drive, I take public transport, the bus. Early in the morning, specially when you are running late, it’s a Greek tragedy!


You wait for the bus. You feel the fresh morning breeze on your face.  You feel confident, hoping for the bus to come sooner, so you won’t risk sweating too much, thus your make up melting and leaking, your hair getting sticky at the nape of your neck. You are confident, widening your eyes when finally you see the bus coming… You see something, a vehicle, it’s orange and it is approaching. Great! Lucky you! Your outfit looks tidy, comfy and yeah perfect. A slight glance at your toes, you had the pedicure done this weekend and you think: “Yeah that girl is good! I can’t believe I was so lucky and got the discount as well.”

In the meanwhile the bus is coming, you feel all this energy surrounding you, people coming close, closer, closer even more…. everything moving in slow motion… An irritating fly, insists to fly near your ear, and then…. “Ouch, that hurts!”


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At some points in our lives

Do more of what makes you happy

At some point in our lives, we ask ourselves “What am I going to do with my life?”. Some of us ask that question at 18, 20, 25 or even later… don’t get me wrong here, not that age doesn’t matter (does it?), but that’s not the point.
Sooner you ask, better? Sooner you “know” better… right? Hmm… slow down buddies, it’s not as easy as it sounds; becaaauuuuuuse a long list of “if-s” comes straight forward knocking on the door.
Now I am 27 and I am still struggling to “know” what am I going to do “When I grow up?” Too young? A bit too late, maybe not to have figured it out yet? It’s never too late and I’ ve been told some stories about it (I will share, promise)
I must confess, firstly I am doing this for myself.

Sometimes I wonder, all the things I know now, wish I would have known in my early 20s. Continue reading At some points in our lives