feelings

Thinking

Feeling Robbed

One hundred forty. One hundred forty days. We all remember March, 13th, right?. That’s the day the confinement started for me. For many of us too. And since then, normality is taking another meaning. Something that we didn’t chose. This is our war. Our third world war. Nothing like we could expect,

Thinking

The World Right Now

Why is this door closed and locked? What is behind it? What can be seen through this window? Where is the key to unlock the lock? Is it still available or was it thrown away? When and why this ship was abandoned? Where did people go? This picture has so many unanswered questions. For me,… Continue R