I listen to my foot steps on the cobbled stones and to Mozart through the large open window. For now, … More


On the sunny square in Ljubljana, white curtains swell and reach out to the happy few on Mestni Trg.

The Story of an Expat

I come from a family of ruthless, rootless, French expatriates. But papa isn’t a diplomat; papa is a CFO at a French car company. He’s spent his whole life working. They send him to factories and to selling points abroad, where he’s given three-year contracts. Papa usually doesn’t know where he’ll be sent next.