100 Words 100 Days

I never had banana pancakes, but I know how they smell like.

Perhaps that’s why this system was not working. I feel the revolution is in my hands!

Was it in the bathroom? In the suitcase? Under the bed? Did I lend it to anyone?

I did what they did in films: drew a circle around the ad that interested me, with a highlighter.

I promise improvement, and I ask you Father for teaching, penance, and absolution*.

It’s a type of look that makes you think: the only thing is missing is some leopard print.

He says I look like a Slav in the kitchen. And I am, just as he is a french person on a wooden chair.

Last time I went to the Baltic sea was in 2005.

It’s a place from a different era. From times when a thermal bath complex this size would have been described with adjectives like splendid…

My favourite towel is yellow. It comes from a Holiday Land, at least that’s what it has printed on it.

The air at night smells like the winter fresh chewing gum tastes.

I know someone who has a plush reindeer head on their living-room wall. It serves as a conversation starter.