A few weeks ago I went to Ukraine. I'm happy to have visited my home. Even though it was sometimes quite heavy. At the first sight, everything looks completely normal . . .
This is a story of a woman I met when cycle touring with my (now ex-) partner from the West to the South of Ukraine in 2018. It still hurts to remember. And I still feel helpless thinking about similar situations. But still sure that telling such stories is crucial
Час не лікує. Time doesn't heal (bilingual post)
A masterpiece by the famous Luc Besson. ... Based on a German fiction novel. This is a warning sign against Nuclear Power Plants. ... This short mokumentary tells the journey of a plastic bag on its way home. ... At first looks like a typical American comedy without much sense and with plain humor.
The night before leaving Rio de Janeiro my husband Mika and I learn that truckers went on a strike over gasoline prices and blocked major roads throughout Brazil . . .
We won’t let them hurt her,” pointing to his machete, “And I also have something more, in case this won’t be enough,” implying a gun. . .
Encosta aê, caralho!” – the man’s eyes start filling with blood, and a hand is reaching for a gun . . .
The jobs of the future don’t exist yet — but we know they’ll require some serious social skills
As long as the hosts live long enough to pass along the parasite, it cares little about the condition of its host ...
I miss the butterflies.
They went to sleep
It's winter time.
Here i am - on the road again. This time only Eastern Europe. I started with Romania. Locals taught me to say"no money" to the drivers immediately cuz it's common there that average people stop cars on the bus stops and pay some money if the want to get from town A to village B. But i also learned to say "no sex". On the first day of my journey a car stops i say as usually "no money" - "But how you pay?" - "no money" - "but i like you"
What is your
Big Love to lose?