Moroccan Nikita's

It's not even the end of the world day, or it already passed without no one noticing it, but today looks like it. Some were saying the world would be in darkness, well I can say that in this part of the world, we already live in darkness except for the grayish milky light we get for a few hours a day around noon.  I'd rather join the imaginary Christmas some friends have made up for us hybrids - the one of cobras rattling merry carols on well known Moroccan Christmas markets.  Just for you to know, we hybrids didn't only go to school on camels in Casablanca but we also had harnessed cobra-teams when we needed a swift ride across the desert. And of course , our pets were no dogs or cats , they were baby cobras ...  Speaking about these lovely animals, I couldn't forget to mention this friend who refuses to eat bananas because, as everyone knows , snakes , especially the highly venomous ones, have a perverted habit of biting the ...

She gave me a call and asked if I could be the angel... I didn't really like the idea of personifying the angel, since I thought the devil's part was a much funnier one to play, but when she subtly added that her mother, who had just arrived from Vietnam, would be cooking that evening, I was ready to agree with anything on earth just to be there. In the Czech republic, Saint Nicolas' day is nearly as important as Christmas. Every year, on December 5th, you will meet loads of Saints walking around the streets with angels and devils, and children in most households expect, with fear and respect, the arrival of the trio to their homes. I had never received the visit of the noble (yet scary) guests in my childhood, and now for the first time, I had the opportunity to be part of the show. She had invited me to a colorful gathering.When I arrived, first thing I saw was the kitchen table covered with Mummy's delicious Vietnamese specialties. There was ma...

Saturday night. I was left with silence after the long phone call got abruptly cut, sitting on a bench beneath the imposing church, left with my thoughts and the shades of the dark square when laughter and a conversation in Hebrew broke the surrounding stillness. Three guys were walking by with beers in their hands and imagine my surprise when I recognized (or in fact he recognized me first)  one of them as the brother of an acquaintance from Sevilla. I was offered (and welcomed) a sip of beer, and the guys asked if I wouldn't join them for some drinks downtown. So I ended up going back home to change outfits and joining them for a proper night out till late hours, carousing around known and unknown places, being surrealistically taken around by three Israeli young men in my own town, getting lost to them in one bar for hanging with other people and then finding them again at the good old last resort, the bar that used to be my second home from my 18 to 21 ye...

"Romantic lady, single baby, sophisticated mama,  Oh yes it's ladies night and the feeling's right,  Oh yes it's ladies night oh what a night!" Women stuff.. one week, every afternoon spent in one of the most girly environment , presenting the refined handbags of my talented friend and designer Mimi at the Prague Design & Fashion week.  So far from what I am , hating shopping, but so close to what I love, for all the beauty.  I have to admit I realised I was smiling more genuinely at the  men who were timidly daring the world of women to get a beautiful present for their beloved than at certain wannabe posh bitches with Louis Vuitton bags looking at the whole world with contempt, just because they had the (possibly fake) LV handbag.  Dressed up in LFM clothes and thus wearing high heels (Devil knows I did suffer for LFM :) , I was probably looking like a sweet candy to these men. It was the aim anyway. These guys were sweet too, especially whe...

How long, Essaouira... a place that seems always wrapped in a dreamy haze. A place where everything goes very very slowly. You ordered a coffee or an orange juice in one of the town's trendiest cafes? well you have to wait. Call the waiter three times, remind him you are there, repeat your order, cause no, it's not a tea you wanted, and in the end maybe you'll get your coffee or you'll have to deal with a tea. You're coming from Europe where things go more or less fast and precise, normally you would complain, but when you get the tea that you never ordered and the waiter smiles at you as if the world was perfect, well you inhale the perfume of the fresh mint, taste your sweet tea, lay back and start to believe the world is perfect, indeed. After a few days in town, nothing can bother you anymore, for you're so relaxed that you couldn't care less about the surrounding slow motion. You're probably smoking some dope, too, which helps. I remember thes...

Now it's official, we are three. Three people, in two eyes. Doesn't make sense?  Well someone , somewhere wrote I was a fanatic xenophile, which maybe explains I was meant to gladly welcome strangers not only in my country (ies), in my home(s) but also in my own body to coexist and more, to live together till death make us part.  The receiving of donor tissue is a quite curious thing. This time, when I was taken to the operation room by this funny guy who was telling me about his testicles operation (?!) they gave me a box and some files to hold in my arms and take with me, which was fine until I read "donor tissue " on the box and asked, horrified, if the box was containing what I thought it was. One nurse laughed and said, "well it's for you, you gotta bring it with you!"  I was feeling really weird to transport in a box the human cornea that was going to be a part of me. Well, I didn't drop the precious treasure, only asked them to put it...

“ Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.” Rumi Sadness, blues, spleen, anger, fear, all those who settled in my mind lately in a kind of final assault of a soul under siege for a long time. They entered, triumphant, displaying their Trojan horse , that suitcase I had bought from the Chinese and that started to break up right at the beginning of my complicated journey from F. to P. via two other cities. No, you don't want to be in a big city taking the metro with two suitcases, the heaviest one having a broken handle. Well I felt that the whole universe had conspired against me, and I felt like drowning myself in the Guadalquivir out of shame (but even the Guadalquivir was gone), or just leaving the luggage somewhere in a corner, hell take whatever makes my life so horrible. It is probably my raging nature that made me hold on till my final destination with all that stuff. (cursing the Chinese industry all day long helped, obviously). My arrival marked, though, m...