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Since I arrived I’ve been avoiding the question about what I think about France. Each time I answer, “I’ve only been here for (x amount of time.) It’s too early to tell. Ask me later.” Then one week grew into two, two grew into three and now I’ve been here a full [...] I’m sitting inside a Peyton and Byrne watching the traffic of Euston Road and rain pass. The café is housed in Wellcome Collection, a kind of art gallery and museum currently hosting an exhibit about the human body. I had to take a window seat because running the power cord for the laptop from a [...]
Denmark was a last minute addition to our itinerary. We were due to kick off our journey in Hamburg on July 1, a day after my exchange ended. But when our teachers ended school two weeks early, I jumped at chance to complete the Scandinavian trinity. On our first day, we decided [...]
Nationalistic sports events always reminds me of my favourite bit of “Brave New World.” During the orgy, which was the fashion of the time, Bernard chants along in lip service. He wants to be lost and completely devoted the moment but finds himself on the outside, pretending to be as entranced as [...] The experience of going to and being in Bergen, the second biggest Norwegian city and gateway to the western fjords, made me yearn for the past–my childhood and the kind I’ve only known in movies and books. The six-hour train ride from Oslo to Bergen was more amazing than enthusiastic endorsements from anyone I talked [...] |
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