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I ask Adil what his favourite colour is. He points to his trousers and T-shirt and says, “Green and Red.” Obviously. Then he says, “And I also like black and white, although these are not real colours.” Adil is five. We’re sitting on the floor of his room between scattered books and toys and Adil…
One day we all are going to wear black I’m sitting in a room full of grief. Grief as thick and dense as the air in a poorly ventilated room on a hot summer afternoon. There are women wrapped in dark clothes, young men handing black coffee and black tea to the mourning mother, sisters,…
Cheers, my dears and hello my loves, it’s been a while. Since I last wrote or said these words. Since I blogged. But here we are and Miss Laventura’s back in the game. So, what’s new? I guess, it would take a while to recap the last four years that I haven’t blogged, so I…
A new episode of the Attic Monologues is online! Why “it’s okay” is not always the most adequate answer and why there is no obligation to accept an apology… Let me know your thoughts on this, I’m curious 🙂 (she says while sipping coffee) xxx



