I don’t wanna talk numbers – International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women

I don’t wanna talk about numbers. I don’t wanna mention the unlucky woman among every 3 that will experience physical or sexual violence in their lifetime, most frequently by an intimate partner. Nor the 137 women that are killed every day by a member of their family. I rather ignore that only 52% of women … Continue reading I don’t wanna talk numbers – International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women

6 years of seeing life through a damaged retina

It has been 6 years. 6 years since the day, in November 2014, when I started seeing ink drops dancing in front of me. I shook my head and blinked several times but it just wouldn’t go away. And then flashes rushed in front of my eyes, as if a bunch of paparazzi were getting … Continue reading 6 years of seeing life through a damaged retina

An empty dance floor (at Lux Frágil)

It has been six months since the last time a crowd of feet stepped on that dance floor until the last beat of some avant-garde tune echoed in a long night turning into early morning. Six long, silent, voided months since the last sunrise has been seen from the balcony on the first floor, less … Continue reading An empty dance floor (at Lux Frágil)

State of (mental) Emergency

Here we go again. Portugal returns to State of Emergency. Again. As the numbers of new cases and deaths keep growing, our mental state declines accordingly. It has been 8 months since our first lockdown. And we have been swinging on a thin thread of uncertainty, desperately trying to keep our balance by moving forward, … Continue reading State of (mental) Emergency

Meet Vincent Van Gogh – a delicate symbiosis of art and mental health

Sunflowers. Starry nights. A small empty bedroom. All this painted in oil, brushstroke after brushstroke, until a thick layer of bright colours protrudes from the canvas, right into any observer’s mind, where it probably sticks forever. This is Van Gogh’s unique post-impressionist style of painting, where you see represented, not just reality, but how he … Continue reading Meet Vincent Van Gogh – a delicate symbiosis of art and mental health

#FeministCorner – The ABC of the female body criticism

There is something misty about it. No one can really tell what it is. How is it so powerful? The ones who wear it and dare to show its best curves under tiny shorts, are called slut. The ones who wear it covered under warm turtleneck jerseys, are called prude. The ones who wear it … Continue reading #FeministCorner – The ABC of the female body criticism

In memory of Quino (1932-2020) – a letter to Mafalda

My dear Mafalda, I was so sorry to hear about your father’s passing. I want you to know that I’m thinking of you during this awful time. Although you have always carried the world over your shoulders, I believe this is the toughest probation you have been put through in your entire endless-childhood. I recall … Continue reading In memory of Quino (1932-2020) – a letter to Mafalda

Enough is enough, but portuguese ENOUGH (“CHEGA”) is too much!

My ovaries shook in place. My eyes had troubles focusing the words of that piece of sh...text. My brain refused to process the information. My heart kept beating in naive disbelief. Of course there weren’t people like that in 2020. Coronavirus was bad enough already. Guess what, 2020 is exactly the year when everything is … Continue reading Enough is enough, but portuguese ENOUGH (“CHEGA”) is too much!

IN CASE OF FIRE: use the aunt with the anti-ageing facial mask on

(To my aunt C.) My phone rings the week before my last faculty exam. “I managed to take some days off, I am coming to Prague with you!!!!” - her voice sounds excited on the other side of the line. Like a kid who had just been told they are going to Disneyland. Although I … Continue reading IN CASE OF FIRE: use the aunt with the anti-ageing facial mask on

Hungry bushfires in a steaming hot country, an anti-princess in a palace and a stressful morning at the spa – Vidago and Chaves in review

Bushfires are Portugal’s biggest seasonal concern, as each passing year a bit more of our country’s green lungs is reduced to ashes by the end of Summer. This year was no exception: dark smoke took up the blue sky over particular regions spread throughout the country. On my way to Vidago, as I was passing … Continue reading Hungry bushfires in a steaming hot country, an anti-princess in a palace and a stressful morning at the spa – Vidago and Chaves in review