Archive for December, 2014

Spotted during lunch break

December 12, 2014

Those two were discussing over lunch the book The Art of Cooking Desires. Spotted today in a Cafe – downtown Sofia.

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Talking books …

Angry or free …

December 9, 2014

When something in someone irritates us, it is the thing, if we are frank enough to admit, that we have. But it is far easier to transfer it onto someone else. It is painful to admit that we are exactly the same.

But the good thing is that the same applies to admiration. You cannot admire something in someone unless you have the same admirable quality. Can I admire a beautiful translation in Swahili? No, I can’t, because I don’t know that language. But in a language I know, I can…

Was Narcissus beautiful?’ asked the pond…

A Walk Around Lyon

December 6, 2014

1-1 MonikaMonika Galabinova is studying Economics and Management at Jean Moulin University in France. Walking around virtually with a great guide is exciting. Big thanks for this Album of Lyon!

Lyon is a city in east-central France, in the Rhône-Alpes region, situated between Paris and Marseille with a population of 491,268. Jean Moulin University Lyon III (Université Jean Moulin Lyon III) is based in Lyon. It is under the supervision of the Academy of Lyon. A total of 22,500 students study there, among which Monika, as well.

And the Mountains Echoed

December 3, 2014

Khaled Hosseini’s ‘And the Mountains Echoed‘ – a book that once you start reading keeps you emotionally involved all throughout. A story of separation of a brother and sister – Abdullah and Pari – and several stories within, exploring the theme of love and loss.

The parable of the start of the novel is about a father forced to give up his son to a monster. Years later the father discovers that his son is leading a happy life and the monster makes the father choose: take his son home or leave him to his happy life. The father makes a hard selfless choice and leaves the son in his happy environment. The monster erases the father’s memory of his son, but the hole in his soul is never filled.