Life is a journey and I like to live it like a foreigner. I never feel at home. I cross every threshold, look out of every window. I hear other people’s conversations and I never say ‘no’ to trying a new dish. Oh, and I book a plane ticket every time I have an odd euro.

I understand the distaste people feel on the first day of the week although I don’t share the feeling. My life is driven by the desire to discover and describe everyday stories, and perhaps because weekends are often teeming with them, my body is always ready to welcome Mondays with my batteries charged.