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Though I would have loved to stay there and follow the footsteps of Hemingway or Stein, it didn't feel right for me. Maybe because I'm not white. Maybe because I haven't been through a war. Maybe because I don't know whether I could write enough stories to support myself the way Hemingway did. Maybe I'm … Continue reading paris, 2


Bazilio, a Russian artist and one of my CouchSurfing hosts, said "La vie est belle et la poubelle," which translates to "Life is beautiful and life is trash." We were talking about life as an artist in Paris. My romantic notions about it from reading Hemingway's A Movable Feast were not totally changed, just given … Continue reading paris