“This is a golden rule: do not fuck your flatmates,” said my sister before I even made a step in Barcelona. Why seems a simple question to answer to – you do not want to be in the awkward situation where you have to walk around the boy who broke your heart in the likely […]Read More Oops – I fell in love with my flatmate
My cooking experience came really close to my laundry experience which was about… none. Okay that’s not very exact, I did have some experience like pasta, or crepes, or chocolate cake – that’s about it really. Anyways, the kitchen was equipped with a gas stove – something I had never used, and was definitely afraid […]Read More Cooking disaster: how not to
As I took my little wings and started to fly out of the nest I… quickly realised I didn’t know how to do anything. My mum, God bless her, always did everything for me. Like, literally. Even my breakfast in the morning, even waking up in the morning she did that for me too. Anyways […]Read More Laundry disaster
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.