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It's been now 4 years since I first arrived in Munich. Time to look back, and understand why I am still there.. 4 years, in which a lot happened: a new flat, 3 new jobs, my niece that came to the world, a lot of travels around Europe, my experience as...

Today, the almost big boss of my dear company came to visit us. Crisis time, things needed to be laid down. Result: French one. One hour meeting to say nothing... To say that we have been going through a hard crisis, but that the future is bright,k and...

I've recently decided to get more involved on Twitter (recently... Ok that was yesterday!) Still haven't really understood what the point of the whole stuff, but if I know, I'll let you know. Why would I tell people I don't know that I am currently brushing...

I am ill.. Yes that happens. Unfortunately, I was ill in Germany.. Bad luck.. Since I was really worried, I finally decided to go to the doctor (first time in about 3 years). I belong to the public healthcare system. Means, I only pay 10€per quarter,...

Her name is Cathy. She is about 90 years old. She lives alone, isolated from the world, half of the year in a simple box. Very few people has ever met her. And despite all that, a few days ago, she became famous. How? Thanks to the power of social media,...

Living two lives at once. Consultant by day, dancer by night. Training, rehearsals, everyday. One goal: March, 21st, Don Quichotte. For the first time, being allowed to claim: I'm a dancer. But what sacrifices! Am I gonna survive those two lives? Who...

Hi everyone! After such a long time without any update on this blog, I'm back to wish you all a very happy new year, and all the best in 2009. I also want to take this chance to say a few words about thedifferences between French and German people when...

Two days to Christmas. Two days to family time, loving and caring. All together, celebrating love and tenderness. Two days to sharing time. Two days to holidays and to Nice. The sea, at least. Two days to my first meeting with baby Arthur. Two days that...

On Saturday, I received the most beutiful and touching present .. It came straight from Edinburgh.. In the post I received, there was art. Pure art. Words, meaning, love and life. It was the pamphlet and Christmas cards with poems of my dear dear panda...

Gill Roman and Maurice Béjart I was reading this article in Le Figaro today, about the evolution of the BBL one year after Bejart had left us.. Read the article here(in French) One year after, we must give in that Gil Roman was maybe not strong enough...