Friends

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My Berlin Journey (I)

New country, new city, a new language, and if you’re lucky, a couple of friends. I was delighted to have the chance to live in a place of...

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Lose your mind and come to your senses

I don't know how to explain this. I didn't even google it. It's not like I believed it will do magic, or that I will suddenly become the...

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I think I want to marry you.

"You should tell him you're not interested," he said in a gravelly voice. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked. "Hey, don't dance with me anymore?...

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Honey, I’m going out!

It was a warm Friday evening, nearly summer, and I wore slim jeans, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. I texted Lucas I was...

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Le Meow.

I've never been a big fan of cats. I thought they were lazy and manipulative and deceitful. I have been surrounded by them all the time -...

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Tow All the Yoga

I tried Yoga when I was living in Vienna, a few years back. There was a gym in my neighborhood that had an early class: "wake up Yoga." I...

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Tow All the books or Block and repeat.

Things were easy with her. Very easy. She spoke my language. She understood my jokes. She said all the time I'm the funniest person she...

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Tow The French guy or Begin again.

We met via an online dating app. He had this beautiful picture with a sunset (I will later find out it was taken in South America) and...

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Mon cher Clém.

My first trip to Paris. February 2015. I fell in love instantly. I was finally there and could eat all the croissants I wanted. (Won't...

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