When I was 13-14 years old my best friend and I would sleep in her older brother's double bed whenever he was staying at his girlfriend's place. And we would listen to all his records and talk until 2 in the morning. On the wall above the bed there was...

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Tag(s) : #Away from Paris

We attribute special qualities to the last evening of the year, and yet it is more often than not really such a great evening. So many expectations and often so many deceptions. For the year that is ending we had dreams that did not come true, we had...

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Tag(s) : #Living in Paris