I spend the last day at work, this job, browsing Facebook. I am waiting for a conversation, during which I will inform them that I am leaving. I’m doing well, I’m doing wrong, it’s just the prospect of changing the pole. As usual, there are pros and cons, but I’m good at it. I can…

In the heat of writing, rewriting and translating into English, I become hungry. Fortunately, this time I had something at home. I do not know about you, but I love simple dishes, especially those for which I have warm memories. From the series of flavours of childhood: rice, apple, some butter, sugar and cinnamon, and…