Lenka´s Corner

A garrulous picture by the amazing Cassandra Calin   Girls have a special gift. Or a curse in disguise. They constantly long for a change. Why, you may ask, dear reader?  To be honest, anything can be a change catalyst, starting from a failed exam, bad breakup, bad hair day,,, really, anything. The last day before Christmas I visited my ophtalmologist to get my sight tested, because I had headache like every single day and I couldn´t see a thing. Of course, she found out that my sight got way worse than it was before and I needed new glasses. When I closed the door behind me, I saw that the shop selling glasses opposite to the doctor just opened. I decided to take a look and what did I end up doing? I bought new glasses. The Marciano by Gues s ones, with rhinestones decorating the top. After Christmas, when I got to test them out, I decided to get a french fringe, because I thought it will look great. And it does, don´t get me wrong. It just sometimes drives me crazy....

Centuries had gone by and Davina still refused to give up on humanity and the blood-thirsty, horrible crimes they were willing to undertake just to get rid of her. After the fire incident in the village all those years ago, she did not give up and always tried her best and became a member of new tribes. Unfortunately, it always ended badly; with her trying hard to incorporate herself into the society, helping others, healing soldiers and cooking remedies, and with the villagers becoming gradually more scared until they tried to isolate her from everyone. The truth is, she never wanted to hurt anyone. The fire was started by her rage and her fear, she never wanted for all those people to burn to ashes with all their possessions. In the last village, when her ageless nature started to show, people, once again, started to get agitated. Despite all the help she offered to the villagers, they never took her as one of their own. Why did all the women in the village lose the redness ...

The season of joy, love, family time and evenings with too much to drink is, sadly, over. I was looking forward to the holidays so much that when it finally came, it seemed like all the festive days just connected into one short period where time didn´t exist, TV was playing nonstop and social networks were flooding with stories and live feeds of friends celebrating holidays in their own ways. On Christmas Eve, as we were cleaning up after the dinner and waiting for each other to go to the living room and give each other presents from under the tree, a memory hit me; when I was little, I believed that Jesus manages to be born, grow up and visit every single child in one night. We would have the dinner, our parents would tell us that in order give Jesus time to put our presents under the tree, we were not allowed to leave the table. However, somewhere between the lentil soup and the fried fish, my dad got this beyond-control urge to visit the toilet, ...