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Rushes: Berlin

Lovely, weird Berlin. It was a 10 hour bus ride from Amsterdam and the sun came out only once: at the border, entering Germany. Of course I believe in omens and it turned out to be mostly right, except for a few things that I… Read More

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Rushes: Amsterdam

Amsterdam was a catastrophe mostly of my own making. I should have known better than a 7€ hostel and I shouldn’t have eaten mysterious fried — what? Chicken? I think it was chicken. The point is that I was sick for most of the time… Read More

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Rushes: Bruges

I never had a choice about liking Bruges because I’m too big a fan of the film. Fortunately it was lovely anyway, everything it was supposed to be and packed with the best goddamn fries you’ll meet. I was there an hour and dreaming of… Read More

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Rushes: Paris

Paris intimidated me. More than anything else, it was expensive. My hostel (conveniently located in the middle of nowhere) was costing the earth and I was paralysed with fear at the thought of paying so much for strawberries. In the end I did discover 1€… Read More

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Rushes: Stockholm

I hated my job and London was still so cold and foggy, even in May. Stockholm turned out to be near tropical, which isn’t why I chose it but was a pleasant surprise. It was complicated, to me, to try and cope with pine trees… Read More

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Rushes

It’s been a year since I backpacked around Europe now. Maybe it’s the fact that I just moved, maybe it’s that everyone I ever added on Facebook seems to be in Paris or Barcelona or Berlin — whatever it is, nostalgia is getting to me.… Read More

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Another autumn

I’ve been heavenly lucky and to have back-to-back autumns. Autumn #2 is passing quickly under the weight of uni — that is, under the weight of actually having something to do — but Autumn #1 stretched out and lasted gloriously; and it was cold. Scotland… Read More

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Dreamy/deathly

It snowed twice. By the end of autumn we would stand around the hot cabinets at work and warm our hands, and my co-workers (Polish, jaded) would insist on sleet and hail. They said that when it did come — in January at least —… Read More

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En route/Lac de Genève

                    Hard seats and a dusty train; the English family with the Harry Potter books and the man who chewed so loudly. The expression on the conductor’s face. And we ate Swiss chocolate — in Switzerland,… Read More