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Why Women Love (Great) Shoes
Read more: Why Women Love (Great) ShoesWell, gentlemen, this is a little counter-intuitive, but let’s face it. Ever since we were 4 months old, lying on our backs and able to focus our beautiful eyes for the very first time, what did we perceive? OUR FEET. I know, I know, you were also perceptive during that time – which is why…
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Sirmione – Garda Lake, Italy
Read more: Sirmione – Garda Lake, ItalyIt was almost a case of force majeure. We had to find a destination. The hallowed Italian seaside around Venice had failed us this time, with dark rain pouring down for days on end. We had a choice between staying and facing the deluge at Lido di Jesolo or quickly finding a destination within a…
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Munich sights – Panoramas IMPARK Festival
Read more: Munich sights – Panoramas IMPARK FestivalCopyright: Andreea Sepi 2014.
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Romania 2014 – First impressions – Cheile Nerei National Park
Read more: Romania 2014 – First impressions – Cheile Nerei National ParkVisit, enjoy, and PLEASE take your garbage back home with you… especially during high season. (Aviz mai ales plimbaretilor in espadrile, cu berea si tigarile (!) dupa ei. Daca ati putut cara dozele pline cu bautura si lubenitele de 5 chile in sus, e asa de greu sa carati cojile şi ambalajele goale in jos? Ati mancat,…
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Romania 2014 – First impressions – Timisoara
Read more: Romania 2014 – First impressions – TimisoaraHappy visiting! 🙂 Copyright photos: Andreea Sepi and Armand Csordas.
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A few things that get on my nerves
Read more: A few things that get on my nerves1. Excessive proliferation of technology. Do you know that old engineer joke? 😉 What do engineers and dogs have in common? They both have intelligent eyes but can’t express themselves… And what’s more, they’re trying to change the whole world in their image. Applications, gadgets, the “Internet of things”, remotely operated toilet paper rolls… They…
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Awestruck – My evening with the Cirque du Soleil
Read more: Awestruck – My evening with the Cirque du SoleilThe sleet hit my face, dabbing a zillion tiny wet spots on my winter coat as soon as I stepped out of the underground station at Theresienwiese. The tent was white, rather tall and easy to identify. The only one there, this time of the year. I located the entrance and made my way around…
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Soaked in flames
Read more: Soaked in flamesit’s raining. it’s raining damp juicy rock ballads into my soul in through my lips out through my mouth like cradles for the coiling vapors of my vast, feisty melancholy. i want to burn i want to open my lips and spit out the flames that will char the tips of your long, chestnut-brown mane…
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Sein letztes Rennen
Read more: Sein letztes RennenJust what I needed. It starts out with chuckles and giggles, then progresses to all-out incredulous laughter and clapping of hands. And yet, somehow, it manages to end with your nose buried deep inside a handkerchief, sniffing, bawling and crying your eyes out. I don’t know whether to call it brilliant, an emotional roller coaster,…
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PINING FOR A PINT? The romanticized history of Oktoberfest
Read more: PINING FOR A PINT? The romanticized history of Oktoberfest“Lederhosen und Dirndl erwünscht!“, reads the big sign in my son’s kindergarten. It is a mild but grey autumn morning and the children are celebrating “Wiesn Breakfast”, one of those many strange offshoots of Oktoberfest which testifies to its local appeal and international success. Little blond and dark-haired children of German, Russian, Turkish or Balkan…
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