Europe

  • Going Back To My Roots

    “Get out there and look at that f****n car. Look at that f****n car!” And all of the good little office girls jumped up and ran outside to ogle and coo over the chairman’s latest “prestige motor.” Me being me – someone who couldn’t care less about cars, or massaging the needy egos of the…

  • Coming Home

    When I was 17, I attended the school for graphical design and printing. I remember one time a teacher yelling at me: ‘With an attitude like that, you won’t get very far in life’. I don’t know why this pops into my mind at the very moment I started to writing this piece for HeroPress….

  • A Sense Of True Freedom

    It’s 7:30 in the morning in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The hostel’s cat just came to say “Good morning” and I just finished my night shift on the WPMU DEV forum. It’s my third day in Rio after spending the last 40 days in Bogota, Colombia. Traveling is in my blood or at least, it…

  • Over The Atlantic

    I’m on a plane. They’ve just served lunch and I realise I’m stuck. There isn’t enough room to slip out for a bathroom break without tipping my meal and the trolley blocks the aisle. I cough and notice I’m tense, what’s going on? I enjoy flying, why should today be any different? Is it that…