As a child, everything overwhelmed my senses.
Smell, taste, touch, a moving piece of prose, poetry or music, you could say that I was a hypersensitive. (I st... Read More...
When we were small, these thin, round rolls coated with bread crumbs and deep fried to perfection were simply called “rolls”. At a later stage someone wanted t... Read More...
Every Saturday morning a smokey, delightfully spicy yet surprisingly mild mist nudges my nostrils. It envelopes me in a cloud and fills me with delicious dreams... Read More...
