Chamonix

Red and gray, rock and ice if it rains or snow feel the touch. It’s not easy to breath, neither to walk. Time froze your heart, froze your nose, froze your plans. Let it go. Is time to fly, upon the Mer de Glace to greet Mont Blanc climb Aiguilles,  up and down. Red and…

A view from the Balkans.

Crossing mountains between coasts, rivers between seas, cafes through markets, abandoned villages around the cities.Tasting smiles with Mekitsa, pain and Cevapi, the hope in Banitsa, history and Shopska, the traditions in Goulash, poverty and Burke.Unravel alphabets, words, and sounds that disagree but connect, that love and dread, that defines communities.Discovering wars fought in recent years,…