Salamanca — This is the house where I was born. My mother gave birth before the doctor could reach it. Maybe because it used to be on the edge of the city. Behind the house lived some gipsies (one of them became quite famous rebel against Franco’s regime) and the fields started. We weren’t allowed to play there. I would sit down at that doorstep and eat “ice creams” with my brother. They were just frozen Fant...
Tokyo — One hot summer day, I was 14 and got the idea of going to the swimming pool with a friend. My mother, who would have normally go with me – actually I would go with them – insisted that storm was forec...
Berlin — In reality, it was the time difference between Berlin and home, but I’ll probably remember it as the snow calling us to see it fall together for the first time. For just a little while, we had the wh...
Porto — Twenty eight kilograms. That’s 62 pounds, or 4.4 stone. It doesn’t seem like much, if we’re talking about twenty eight kilograms of cement, or even twenty eight kilograms of wood for the fireplace. I...
Day 93 #100happydays: Final week
Day 92 #100happydays: Shiny
Day 79 #100happydays: Jumpsuit
Suddenly.
Day 64 #100happydays: Eat here now
Back home: spent 3 weeks traveling throughout Europe. Went to 8 different countries. Such an unforgettable experience.
An Ode to a Shoe.
Memories of a Rain.
The hills are alive.....
To the deplorable, lost and superficial one.
Exploring the cabin as thunder shakes the sky
I like the memories that are swirly and confusing.
Found these travel artifacts tucked away in my bookcase.
reconnections, sad news, missed trains and getting a piece of my life back… interesting morning today
Me and Pedro Almodóvar in the twentieth century.
The weight of a memory
Good morning, Kerala.
Something woke me up at 3:30am
28 kilograms.
Was it really 75 years ago?
I remember
It was ten years ago...
Back in Bourj Hammoud
My 2008 MacBook Pro is circling the drain. Too soon, old friend.
Rainy Days
In 1996, I was a little Saigon boy watching something I didn't quite understand.
The beautiful storm that made me a man.
Stockholm smells like Beirut in the morning
Joyous Onions
Unapologetically You.
Everything is golden.
Oh How I Miss The Ocean
How one place can bring such a rush of memories.
Hong Kong, California.
Day 1 #100HappyDays: Planting bulbs
At 5 AM I woke up, the bed shaking. Also the house. It was Earth telling us not to forget. 3 years later.
"Is that for your scraaaapbook?" they laugh. Actually... yes, it is.
If I were back in the classroom
Taurine
Present