Moroccan Nikita's

Today I came across this article a friend posted, about a website called "Recommend an ex".  The principle is simple. You broke up with a person but you think this person is great (which is exactly why you are not together anymore) and you want to ... help? be fair?  piss off your ex? so you post his/her photo with a link to their Facebook profile with a couple of sentences describing how cool this person is and why. I just noticed the website is meant mostly for the ones who dumped their partners, for it says :  "Now you have the chance to transform the guilt or remorse of that kick in the ass into happiness." So first of all, when you break up with someone and  feel guilty there's indeed no better way to  fix things up than  charitably recommending the very person who was not good for you to another victim. Are you serious?! Right.Whatever. Let's say the person who recommends his/her ex is totally honest and broke up for other reasons than his/her...

There was this sax player who took a pair of dice out of his pocket after the concert and made us play. Without any kind of stake. Just throwing dice. I was the first to give up, and went to dance for that, at least, made some sense to me.  "Les jeux sont faits."    I remember the one and only time I somehow ended at a roulette table in a casino. I lost the twenty euros left I had in my pocket straight away and decided I was definitely not going to try playing ever again. Just made sure I'd get my money back on the free drinks and cigarettes the casino was offering to its guests and left the place.  I do like the aesthetics of the roulette wheel though.The sound of the ball spinning. Surrounded by the silence of expectation. The ball rolls and rolls and you can only wait to see where it ends. No matter if you played big or nothing at all, you just get into it. There's always this ultimate moment when you let go because you placed your bets and. ... " Ri...

We were just finishing our dinner in the red room, the room that always made me thought a cat was missing there. Not really because of the occasional visitors from the zoo across the street (the mice, not the giraffes), just because the room had this coziness and elegance that a beautiful moving feline would only enhance. While Sarajevo, the owner of the non existent cat, was dipping a last piece of bread in humus, a ladybird appeared walking on her plate. Moving from the center to the edge of the plate rimmed with red dots, with a rest of chick-peas paste on its  back leg, the ladybird started circling around the plate's edge. We were so surprised to see it there, that we followed its movements, mesmerized: one circle, and then another one. How boring!  So we thought, does the beetle know it is moving in circles? We decided to help it out of the plate, and even to clean its leg of the food stuck on it. Moved it onto the red circular place mat. It went straight to the gla...

“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings. Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light? You're stupid.” Woland While some, after a long day of work, bump into an Angel Gabriel lying on the ground, fat of all the messages it carries, while some see  people who are long gone to the flipside,  all the time,  I do encounter black cats behind windows or  even Devil's Elbow in a wine shop. It is no cheap buy... must be devilishly delicious! I left the bottle there, thinking I should first investigate how and when the other transubstantiation happened - the one that transformed the blood of Christ into Devil's Elbow- before drinki...