Where the Streets Have No Name

Seriously, the streets are unnamed here. Street signs are rare, and inconveniently placed. If you don’t know where you are, forget it!

Today I moved from one flat to another and dropped a friend off at Heathrow. All together about 5-6 hours of driving in London. At least 2 of those hours could be cut off [...]

Monday, Bloody Monday

Washing dishes yesterday morning, I cut my finger on broken glass. With blood rushing everywhere, I tried to remove a shard of glass from my finger only to realize that what I was actually tugging at was a large flap of flesh almost severed right off.

A few paper-towels and a taxi-ride later, I found myself [...]