A Peruvian living in Romania
Coffee shops are one of my most favorite places where I spend my day doing important things like searching for jobs. I believe it is because I appreciate that time in silence where my thoughts can begin to take place. That is what I did today and after that, when I left the place to go home, suddenly, uncertainty and sadness clouded my heart. My eyes immediately watered. I began to tell myself outloud a story that came to my mind. Continue reading “Don’t you care?”
In the past three months I ran 21km twice. Two years ago, I did not think I would get this far in my new hobby. Three years ago, I did not think I would make it this far in life. Fifteen years ago, I thought I was going to be a famous violinist like David Garrett. Continue reading “Romania – Year #3”
It shocked me in many ways, but I am sure not as much as it did to her. This evening, my sister Laura and I closed our videocall saying to each other: “it is good to see you again”. Continue reading “It’s good to see you again”
My latest phone has lasted for two years now, which is the longest time I have ever had one. Other phones I lost or someone stole them from my hands/pocket. I know its ringtone by default, it is like any other of its kind. That is because I deactivated its volume, vibration and notifications. Since the day I bought it, it has been in silent mode. Continue reading “Silent mode”
“Hello! My name is Esteban. I am from Peru and I am 30 years old. I would like to work here because…”, this is me introducing myself to myself in front of the mirror, rehearsing for a job interview. Don’t you ever try that? It’s quite silly but in turn very fun. Continue reading “Happy 30”
I have to confess. I feel permanently challenged to post things on social media. You know. New look, new glasses, new clothes, new friends, new experiences, new trips, new phone, new laptop, new job, new whatever. Doesn’t matter. Aaall of it.
I moved out. Far, very far. But do you know what I like about that? My 10-minute walk to go to the metro station. Enough time to meditate about my life. This is the only moment of the day when I don’t want to run. Continue reading “Why run?”
