My Night Companion
I write these few words in my apartment in Paris. It is 4am. I am drunk. We spent the evening at the Crazy Horse in Paris. We were five...
To My Son...
​In the name of the father and the mother, In the name of the son and the holly spirit, In the name of the fathers who created us, and...
A Day in Paris
Saturday, around ten in the morning, in front of a black hot coffee and a freshly baked croissant, I switched on my CD player and reached...