Lenka´s Corner

Monday was my last day in Leipzig. And it felt bittersweet… My last week in the fabulous city consisted of wandering around my favourite places, taking last-minute pictures of everything I loved, having lunch in my favourite restaurants and sitting on a bench in front of the university and filling my already overcrowded mind with memories from the time I got to spend there. Of course I was looking forward to go home and finally spend some time with my family. My parents were so sweet and agreed to come to Leipzig and help me move everything I managed to accumulate during my stay. And believe me, it was way too much J   Monday, September 25 rolled around unexpectedly early. We had very little time to pack everything into my parent´s car (origami style) and at 10 a.m. the janitor was already ringing at the door of my apartment. It was a strangely sad feeling to give him the keys and sign my leaving paper. The hardest thing about it all was looking back at the empty...

I´ve never liked the Asian bistros and fast food crap that you can find in the streets, basically everywhere you look. Everything I can think of when I smell fumes emanating from the opened windows when I walk by is burned oil. No offense to those who like to pop into such establishments after a long day of work in order to get something quick into the stomach and avoid spending too much time in the kitchen when the only thing you can think about is a hot bath and bed. Despite of all this, I was always fascinated by the cuisine of Asian cultures. Every time I saw someone preparing their food in TV, I listened carefully and took notes. Too much notes, to be honest. Recently I tried the Ramen soup and was surprised how easy it was to prepare, basically in no time at all. What´s more, I was amazed what fresh and raw vegetables could do with your taste buds. And that´s when it all started. I began to improvise and prepare numerous Asia-inspired meals and last week I stumbled upon ...

Being a twenty-something girl often means making stupid decisions without getting noticed, which is, honestly, one of the advantages of being this age. Sleeping half of the day and party all night, bad fashion choices, going on dates that scream with red flags but you do it anyway,… this all is just a silver lining before getting to a stage of self-realisation and starting to think about serious stuff like the future and what paths you decide to take when the “real life” comes. Having just received my Master diploma (and to my shock quite unceremoniously so) I arrived at the crossroads of changing from a wild child and a comfortable student to a confused girl in her hoodie and converse sneakers with a backpack on her back trying to figure out which way to go; the right one or the easy one. Now of course. putting so much “blood, sweat and tears” to my studies makes me want to choose the right path. The path full of woes, effort and hard work with a little hope of achievin...