I was silent

I was silent We were lying on the green floor. They all came and started taking pictures of us. We didn’t want to talk with them. Saw them, but they…

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Tired?

Tired? This could’ve been a segment from a TV interview. Surprisingly, this is not one of those with live studio audience, bright colors featuring the irritating voice of an anchor…

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On War and Literature

On War and Literature Everything seems to last forever. Black holes, smaller stars, love, war. Almost everything except peace. It's a constant war. Even when we're sitting around the breakfast…

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We <3

We <3 One day, I will gather all these stories and write a big, honest novel, how my darling Kerouac wrote “On the Road” after his long travels. I want…

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Reflection

Reflection - Hi, I'm Armen.- I'm Mariam.- My name is Gio.- Sam.- And I'm Tetiana.Three countries separated by thousands of kilometers, different time zones, languages, authentic cultural heritage and unique…

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