The Froth

Protected: I am not gone yet

17. April 2006

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When your kid is 8 you have 8 times the toys a house can possibly accommodate. So now that he is at school I am going to dive into those universes of cars, trains and dinosaurs and see what I can throw away and what I can give to other kids. My son is really [...]

Home Alone

2. April 2006

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I always feel like all the juices of life have dried out in me after spending a day with many many people I don’t know. They steal my little luminous fragments of glass, which may be cheap but are necessary to me when I walk in the dark. And because I act almost [...]

Birthday Boy

1. April 2006

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It’s my son’s birthday! He is 8 today. Really, he was born on the first of April. In the photo he is a baby, but to me he is always a baby. I hope he grows to be a good man, and I wish his life is full of nice adventures, love and success. We [...]

Offending people in cold blood

12. March 2006

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We went to an awful kids party yesterday at Mac Donald’s. It was a very frustrating experience. The parents looked like people from Hieronymus Bosch paintings. The ship of fools. The kids, grabbed food from our plates and stuffed their mouths. They were kicking each other and smashing things. The mothers were not better. They [...]

There’s one world in the distance

10. March 2006

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The drawing My son made this. For those of you who can’t read greek it reads: “Heart in formol”. Cute eh? The list If I had superhero powers -I would fly in minutes all over the world to meet my friends. -I would heal people in pain. -I would carry people on my back and [...]

Marmalades in the post

9. February 2006

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Remember talking about breakfast? I received some jams from Britain, sent by the one and only Steve. Lime marmalade, strawberry jam and Seville orange marmalade. Therefore, breakfast was delicious. (Thank you Steve, I was right calling you Sweetest). My son’s teacher (for the uninitiated, that’s the “There’s no Santa Claus” teacher) made him fill [...]