Month: November 2018

November 16th

no, no, no – sea cucumber is not a delicacy I will ever be after

November 15th

with soup of turnip I cure the tragedies of winter – melancholy and flu.

November 14th

in the winter night I stay awake – planning, dreaming, listening to the whispers of the Universe

November 13th

winter is a hunter – with cold blades it kills warmth, spilling white snow instead of blood

November 12th

days are short enough anyway but surely there is nothing shorter than an early winter day