Stories ⁽²⁾

I clearly remember the daydreaming state I was in while waiting to pick up my son, Emile, from primary school in Kharkiv, Ukraine, just three days before the full-scale invasion in February 2022. I was observing the young parents who, like me, were staring at…

Sometimes, pain, joy and hope has to go somewhere. In 2020, I went through some rough moments filled with darkness, incertitude, and of course Covid rulling the world. I picked up crayons and let all those emotions flow on paper. My way of taking notes…