We Don’t Live in Paradise.

We Don’t Live in Paradise.

Finding a decent place to live can be and most often is a horrid ordeal in European capitals and big cities, for foreigners and natives alike. And even if you pay sky-high rent, it does not assure that your place is legal or warm in the winter. Some of my former apartments in Paris felt and looked as if they came with the cast of La Bohème and a prescription for tuberculosis!

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Friday Feeling
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Friday Feeling

“I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed…

John Clare

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Gone…
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Gone…

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come…

W. H. Auden

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