making life – part III

Week Twenty-Eight As unbelievably as it might sound, I’m starting something like a real job only after my seventh month begins. At that time some pregnant women already finish theirs. I’m going to be a barista at a new café which the local centre for mothers and children is opening in the town. This week…

morning pages – april

April 1 My own intuition tells me to be skeptical about the stories of birth and raising children that I hear all around. Sometimes I feel I know nothing about these things but, on the other hand, I have all the natural capabilities of giving birth and raising a child – that’s (one of the…

making life – part II

Week Thirteen Christmas Eve. We’re sitting in the gloomy kitchen – I, Lukaš, Weiss (the cat), I. And Y., watching The Jungle Book and preparing things for dinner. The flat we moved in isn’t particularly nice. I can’t imagine us staying there and I don’t have to – that’s not the plan. The only thing…

making life – part I

Day Zero It’s already nighttime when we set off from Plovdiv. I still can’t believe all this time I had been thinking it was 23 September. It wasn’t before the evening drew to a close that I realised why almost none of the locations from the Night of the Museums program were opened. It had…