I hear some Americans complaining about the cold.
Well here it was a very spring like day. Sun, not too hot, not too cold *20 celsius degrees*.
Paris should always be like that.
Don’t you have that feeling toward a lost person you loved ? I mean they are dead since years and you have learn to live without them. However sometimes you realize how much you miss them. So you start to listen to the music they loved.
I miss my grandma.
I’m so fucking sick of people positing anti-Zionist Jews as “the real Jews”. Fuck off, it’s patronizing and you have no right to decide who is / isn’t a “real Jew”