Anna Vera

One Day

One day I will sit down in front of my laptop, and I will log in to this blog. I will choose a new theme for the blog, even if it means slogging through theme after theme, in an hours-long search which will eventually result in the perfect match. I will then probably spend several [...]

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The Forest

When I was very young, maybe eight, I remember my mother said that she would love to have a home on a piece of land with a river running through the back yard. At the time I thought to myself, in more eight-year-old terminology, “fat chance.”

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At the End of Brussels

In Brussels I actually did find a nice cafe – a few minutes walk away from the apartment. All these months I had assumed there was nothing nice, clean, and safe-for-a-laptop. But this was all of these.  And there were two people working on laptops.  I got a breakfast with a warm croissant, actually good [...]

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