Just another bit of family lore.

Lena was my grandmother Katharina’s sister in law, widowed at a very young age when her spouse returned from WWI sick with tuberculosis and died just a few years later. As usual back then for spinsters and widows, she moved in with her brother, to help with their three children’s education.

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Soccer has always been a passion of mine, both as a player and as a spectator.

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Funny enough, when I fell in love with a veterinarian back in 1993, it was not in occasion of a visit for one of my own, numerous, pets.

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(This story is based on a memory shared with me by a woman I met while volunteering in a homeless shelter)

"If you wanted to survive, there was one rule more important than any other: Don't trust anybody but yourself.

Each of us had their own history, and we never asked or related a lot, because too much familiarity meant you would not be able ( Read more... )

I still blame his voice.

I was listening to the news on TV one November evening in 1990, when I noticed it for the first time.
Among the many talking heads, C.M. stood out. He had a dry sense of humour, a profound knowledge of political backgrounds - and an incredibly sensual voice. Long before vocal fry became a thing, he played with the ( Read more... )

That week in 1970, when my life was about to end, is still very present in my memory to this day ( Read more... )

It was the soundtrack of our summer, back in ‘87.

Those lyrics, they fit you so well.

Con gli occhi neri e il tuo sapor mediorientale

I had never seen eyes so black. And your taste- ah your taste. Of cinnamon and karkadeh, of curcuma and berberis. On your skin, in your hair.

Con gli occhi neri e la tua bocca da baciareYour exquisite mouth, with ( Read more... )

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And just for my own reference, a year in seconds! 6 minutes of dadi's 2018 :)

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..about the actual strength of the pain I am feeling. I wasn't remembering the PHYSICAL pain involved with losing somebody you love dearly. I have lost dear animals before, but only Cios was so near to my heart and when she died, I did not really allow myself fully to grieve.. I was alone, then, and I threw myself completely into my new opera ( Read more... )