Winter Wonderland

I must have been 7 years old when I heard my parents talking about our Christmas presents. They thought I could not understand. They thought Russian was their secret language. My world was crushed. Even though I knew where the presents were coming from, deep down I believed in Father Christmas. I saw that big man…

Sunday Blues

Do you get lonely? I do. Especially on Sundays. “Viktor Frankl defined ‘Sunday neurosis’ <…> He described an emptiness, a void and a misery that came from boredom <…> that kind of depression which afflicts people who become aware of the lack of content in their lives when the rush of the busy week is over…

Magical Memory Box

That sound when everyone is unwrapping Christmas presents and if you stop for a moment you can hear magic. Christmas used to be so magical. The very fancy Santa does not look so intimidating these days. I still believe in magic. I went to Sweden to visit my family and the only way I can describe the…

Good Enough

Sky is such a happy place. The blues and the whites, the fluff and softness. You can look up and find the whole zoo, a protagonist of the book you are reading, your dreams and fears. On a sunny and beautiful Sunday morning I was looking up in search of rabbits and elephants, horses and…