Waking up under several layers of warm blankets with the metallic sound of the rain hitting the rorbu’s roof and the smell of the coffee. The forcasts were not lying after all. That sound would have ...
In May 2016, when we were asked to renew the contract of the studio flat we live in, me and Isa sat down and had a talk. None of our routines was exactly as we pictured it when we moved to London, ...