I can see the soul of the city in these humble breads.
One thing about train travel，you're always knocking into somebody. It's wonderful. Though，I'm looking forward to getting back. Travel is fine for spicy food，mosques，meeting men. But eventually you just miss your own bed.
Dessert is an indulgence… and I feel kinda silly and stupid indulging alone.
I am at my happiest alone.
I do not approve murder my friend，we must be better than the beasts.