The dry cleaner

This morning I was thinking about something I need to pick up from the dry cleaner, something pretty ordinary for anyone anywhere, right? Well, it turns out this is not always as mundane as it could be, at least not for me. We’re about to celebrate our fourth anniversary in Canada, and although the pandemic years don’t count as regular years, settling down has been … Continue reading The dry cleaner


It doesn’t matter where do we live, sooner or later we all become zombizens. This is how I call citizens who act like zombies, people who only pay attention to their duties and stop appreciating the place they live in. I’m a newcomer to Toronto, which is like being a baby-citizen; and like any other baby, everything surprises me. I take photos of the sky … Continue reading Zombiezens