The merchant of flowers

When I was a teenager I read a book, the merchant of flowers.  It wasn’t a masterpiece – far from it, but it was about Asia, a continent that sounded so amazingly mysterious and adventurous. The book is about a woman who got trafficked from Europe to Asia during her honeymoon, she ends up in … Continue reading The merchant of flowers

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Close your eyes, breathe, restart

I honestly wish I could follow a clear train of thought and deliver some truth bombs right here and now but really… no… I can’t. I have stopped writing for a while because of a very intense time at work, which triggered a number of actions on my side (mostly stupid, I will admit) that … Continue reading Close your eyes, breathe, restart

Giving a name to your pain makes you stronger

Sadly, this will be the last time you hear about French Village Boy.  It’s time to move on: love, rejection, lust, desire, rejection (yes, twice), seduction, friendship, acceptance, rage, jealousy, competitiveness have all been widely explored and we will certainly find some other proxy to analyse our feelings. One last reflection needs to be made … Continue reading Giving a name to your pain makes you stronger

Save me

My feminist self would have never in a million years imagined to hear me say these words, but I’ve reached the point in my life when I come to terms with the fact that there’s a wound that no one will ever heal.  And it’s something that I don’t often talk about, because I wish … Continue reading Save me