Time for a check in
“A standard flat-white with almond milk and a dark-chocolate cookie” -I said. It is one of my most common orders when I visit a coffee shop. I am trying to think at why was this the first thing I thought of sharing when I sat to write about my day -dear, reader. I believe IContinue reading “Time for a check in”
Peru: I have a voice.
“Thank you for helping me believe that noise can be turned into a melody” is what I could read from the sofa in the living room written on the wall of a residential house for children in my hometown. I need to give you some context, I know. Residential houses are centers for Peruvian childrenContinue reading “Peru: I have a voice.”
Peru, it’s been too long.
The elevator arrives to the ground floor, I put the suitcases inside. I stop it with half body while waiting for my best friend to get in. As one of my Azeri friends holds the door, I say: “six years ago I came to Romania for the first time ever and I did not knowContinue reading “Peru, it’s been too long.”
Click send – Part 2
“One thing I am proud of, one thing I need to improve. I’m proud of this one full year of learnings and empowerment. Improve? Gosh, there’s so much we will find out that I need to work on”. This is the must have question in the meetings with my boss. It helps me look atContinue reading “Click send – Part 2”
Bus 336
“Ok, Google, turn alarm off.”, I yell. Tap on my phone’s screen to double-check the time, it’s 06:20. I don’t trust myself on this, so I get up. I get changed with the clothes I prepared last night. Pause: toilet. Put on my mask, get my coat, get my keys. Breathe. I’m confused. Get myContinue reading “Bus 336”
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Moved out to Romania to study. Only to later discover I would stay to let my black curly hair and my beard grow. To wear high waist pants and colorful socks. To fall in love with the fact that I have no idea of what I am doing.
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Esteban Quevedo 