My first thought when opening the door to my new flat was: this is shit. I imagined my flat and the building to be like what I saw in my sister’s flat: a beautiful Haussmann style façade with a big heavy door at the entrance, old floors and superb ceiling mouldings, along with a modern […]Read More My flatmates became my bestmates
After years of looking forward to the moment I would get to choose the amazing university I would go to because of my amazing grades due to hard work and efforts, finally came the time to decide. And here I was, after the hours spent on the computer, or eating, or outside, or just anywhere […]Read More Why Barcelona? An unwilling and stubborn teenage choice.