Je n’entends jamais « Le Petit Prince », ni mes parents ne me l’ont jamais lu. C’était seulement quand j’ai déménagé à Paris que son nom m’apparaîtrait, temps-après-temps. Vous gagnez. Je trouve qu’en le lisant, je traduis parfois en anglais. Je dois m’arrêter, sentir les formes abstraites. Pour moi, les mots sont comme une enveloppe… Continue reading Le Petit Prince
Bonjour. It’s been a while. What has happened? Let me tell you. This is a job I can only do for a year. I can’t imagine having to deal with it much more. It’s more than just nannying job. First of all, you’re managing more than just a child. If it was just that, many… Continue reading An Honest Account of Nannying
I haven’t written for this site in just over a month. It has been difficult to settle, to deal with everything. Now, I feel some stability, some feeling that I can handle things. Still, I don’t feel homesick. I like life in France. Never regretted my move once. I started French lessons a week ago.… Continue reading Thoughts on ‘La Ville de Parfum Fumé’
Historiquement, Londres s’appelle ‘The Big Smoke‘ ou ‘La Grande Fumé’ (Quelquefois juste ‘The Smoke‘/’La Fumé’) à cause de la combustion du charbon pour réchauffer les maisons. Aussi, la ville était la naissance de la Révolution Industrielle. Ici à Paris, la immeuble de mon appartement peu les cigarettes tout le temps, beacoup d’autres lieux aussi. Six… Continue reading La Ville de Parfum Fumé
I’ve been so tired that I have not been able to think or write. I arrived here on the 1st September, full of energy. So much that I’ve already made many mistakes. It was going to happen. Le Arc de Triomphe & La Grande Arche go unnoticed, as does the architecture, everything that I was… Continue reading A Week In
I haven’t received an invite to BBC Radio 4s Desert Island Discs, but I have given a lot of thought to my choices. I’m thinking now, that when it comes to music, I would be satisfied with just one song for my time stranded on a desert island. I’ve pretty much listened to just one… Continue reading Nathi’s Desert Island
Everything is confirmed now, I hope. It has been a difficult three months, balancing all the paperwork for this alongside my dissertation. It is a week until the penultimate day when I face one of the scariest decisions I’ve made in my life. A new life from a small suitcase. I thought leaving Bateson (my… Continue reading A Week Left
I remember a noisy internet of flashy gifs, an overload of text and images. An age where a YouTube vlog about someone’s stolen basket of soil received 100k views. There is something pure about that. Where the boring (mundane) or even low-budget could find an audience. I’m not being nostalgic for nostalgia’s sake. Nor do… Continue reading Hello world!