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TheSisterKaramazov

Only a new, preferably stronger idea can replace the old one... - Dostoevsky

About Me

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My Blog

Pacific

Some years ago, while I was still new to this country and to my neighbourhood, while I was still troubled by the life decisions I had to make, I was walking up a street on a warm summer night, when a ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 08:27:00 GMT

Isn't it ironic?

I am coming back home from the gym and, as usual, the man at the exit desk smiles back at me. As I walk up the stairs to the street level, I feel his gaze on my back. I open the door and take in the f...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 10:36:00 GMT

Professionals needed

  It was one of those rainy, grey and cold days in the month of March, when everything seemed to be leaking: the gloomy sky was leaking down on the rooftops, the rooftops were leaking down onto ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 20:27:00 GMT

261

  It happens from time to time that an idea, a story, a novel will grab my attention and keep me floating between worlds  one, in which my feet are firmly on the ground, and another, more precio...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 20:08:00 GMT

The Count of Nothingness

  It is not that I was of those who had to work to live, my parents were more than generous in this regard, with the only demand of me being that I graduate. And of course, it is not their fault ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:25:00 GMT

In the name of things I havent done

Dim lights, the sounds of crystal, and the hum of muttered words welcomed me as I stepped into the glorious lounge. I slowly took off my gloves and long black coat. The woman in the colossal mirror l...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 17:38:00 GMT

Through the glass, lightly

We met one summer day at the pool. Cathy was loud and playful, after all she wasn't alone, wasn't stuck with a book, the only companion that never fails you. She probably didn't have to silently ask G...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 13:45:00 GMT

On the importance of clean teeth

  This is the story of one hour of my life yesterday, when I was taken to a semi-business lunch in downtown Toronto. I say 'semi-business' because I am fully aware that (lets call him Dick) has a...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 14:55:00 GMT

For the game of me, I think I understand

Finally it clicks. If you choose to play chess and find yourself with a tennis player, you retreat without much confusion. But if you are a passionate tennis player you might not notice immediately th...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 19:02:00 GMT

The story I have always liked

A Greek story about a beautiful woman who wore one simple, cheap bracelet made of glass.   One day a rich salesman saw her and immediately fell in love with her. He approached her and gave her a...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 22:32:00 GMT