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Winston Churchill on New Year’s Resolutions

It’s mid-February. If you are like me, most of your new year’s resolutions have already dissipated, been forgotten or pushed to March or April. The smarter ones among you won’t have made any resolutions in the first place. But if … Continue reading

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The comforting dog

Usually, I don’t like dogs. If the dogs aren’t extremely stupid, they notice that and leave me alone. But when I was stranded in Copacabana during my move from Bolivia to Peru, and when I thought that I had lost all … Continue reading

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The little Literature Lover

The museum in Narihualac was closed. All I could do was walk through the dusty streets of the small village, watch one of the many religious processions which take place in Peru every day and visit some bars to soak … Continue reading

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Prison for Writers: How Romania promotes Literature

When bloggers don’t write it’s not for lack of ideas. If that was their problem, they would never have had the idea of harassing the rest of the world – innocently and unsuspectingly stumbling through the internet – with their thoughts without … Continue reading

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Video: Writing by the Sea

Working on the south coast of Easter Island, ignoring the tsunami warnings:

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Moving to the Pacific Ocean

Sometimes I make mistakes. It was a mistake to believe that Arequipa would be like Cochabamba just because it has the same perfect climate, spectacular mountain views and is of similar size. Maybe it’s not fair to compare anything with … Continue reading

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Introductions

– “Good evening. I am a renowned writer with many prizes to my name.” – “Nice to meet you. I am Andreas Moser and there is a price on my head.” – “Priceless!” – “Prizeless as well, to my despair.”

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