All the things I do instead of writing…
I went to another fruitless blood donation appointment yesterday, and was a bit shocked overhearing how young everyone was. All these DOBs that end with "9x" and "0x". Plenty of them were not even born on 9th September 2001, whereas I was a few days away from starting graduate work - well, looking for some,... Continue Reading →
Whenever anyone asks me what my best job was, it is without hesitation that I say waitressing. I worked in a large traditional cafe-brasserie with a terrace, in the middle of touristy Heidelberg, in Southwest Germany which is mainly populated by American tourists, as well as pretty much every other nationality. The Americans stood out,... Continue Reading →
