a few things i miss about vienna
finding out why the statues are green…
the summer skin i needed sometimes…
lying on the green grass…
riding the vespa and playing with the little camera…
the yesterday from the pavement…
the love of the horses…
cafe hawelka and its smell…
the cheese encyclopedia next to the bird that got trapped and saved one afternoon…
the rain that started while i was [...]
this city makes me wanna scream
bucharest never remembers steps, names or days. bucharest never keeps traces of people like her, a city definitely too small to house us all. the same old crazy woman keeps screaming every morning in the backyard one hundred meters away from my window cursing on a man who must have made her lose her mind [...]
