London, summer of 1983. Music was still music that summer. Punk in all its splendor, progressive rock, The Police with “Every Breath You Take” were constantly on the radio. And good old rock still insisted on the barricades.In such an atmosphere, the friends I was staying with invited me to the famous Marquee Club one…
Kir Maison at Brasserie Lipp
What could be better than a combination of a famous drink and a famous pub.September 1987. Three weeks of autumn pleasure in Paris. When you throw yourself in the everyday life of the locals, when you have a weekly ticket for the bus, metro and suburban train. Every morning I took the train from Andrésy…
My Grandmother, Cook at the Imperial Court
My grandmother, a tiny woman with a big heart and golden hands. When I say imperial court, I am talking about the Austro-Hungarian court in Vienna. As a young girl, she went to Vienna and got a job in the court kitchen. I have no idea what exactly she was doing, but it has to…
Jack Kerouac and I at Sam Wo’s in San Francisco
Jack Kerouac. My favorite writer of the beat generation of the fifties. I have no idea how many times I’ve read his book On the Road. Definitely every time I went on a trip to the US. And I always wondered if I was more Sal or Dean.And so in the summer of 2001 I…
The Beginning
All my airports, landing, take off or just lay over Brnik Jože Pučnik Airport, Ljubljana, Slovenia; Edvard Rusjan Airport, Maribor, Slovenia; Vienna International Airport (Schwechat Airport), Vienna, Austria; Vincenzo Bellini Airport, Catania, Italy; Pristina International Airport, Pristina, Kosovo; Dubrovnik Airport – Čilipi, Dubrovnik, Croatia; Split Kaštela/Resnik Airport, Split, Croatia; Zagreb Airport – Pleso, Zagreb, Croatia;…
Prologue
“We’re going to discover the North Pole.” “Oh!” said Pooh. “What is the North Pole?” he asked. “It’s just a thing you discover,” said Christopher Robin carelessly, not being quite sure himself. A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh …