Picture yourself twenty years from now. Hopefully, you’re still well and healthy by that time. You’re walking up to the attic, or whatever creepy place you keep all the old things, and you’re looking through all these old boxes. You mindlessly scuffle through a container and pick out a book. There’s so much dust onContinue Reading Looking Through the Yearbook
After having spent two unforgettable weeks in Dublin, I can say with a bit more reassurance that the title of this text should be modified to: Am I rich? If you’re prepared to pay for 22 euros poliakov, 3 euros the mini pack of dragibus, and « only » 7 euros kebabs #Aniis (that’s whatContinue Reading Am I Dublin Worthy?