Humble Realizations

I have been suffering from insomnia when I started college in 2015. I had to wake up at 6:00 everyday to catch the bus and then get back home at 20:00 the earliest. Dine, play some videogames, do some homework or whatever, and it is already midnight. I try to sleep and I only close my eyes around 1:00. Sleep for 5 hours and then wake up the next day. It was a living hell, but I survived with damages. The damage being not being able to sleep for more than 5 hours, and most importantly, unable to go to sleep easily. I have been frustrated with it a lot, and I tried everything you could think of, from sleeping pills, to meditation, to developing a sleeping routine, and so on, but nothing worked. Some even backfired. I remember I started abusing sleeping pills at some point and it was a very bad experience, to say the least. And so, I started regarding the whole thing from a different angle. I experimented with my body A LOT and I finally came to understand the REAL variables t

June 14, 1940. Paris, France. "What are you waiting for? Come on!" Whispered Pierre as his voice echoed in the long empty halls of the museum. "I think we're being followed," replied Alphonse while looking over his shoulder. "No, you're just being paranoid. Come on let's get going!" said Pierre. As both walked at the tip of their toes to the room where the Monalisa was exhibited, they heard some footsteps and someone shouting in German in the distance. They quickly realized they were the Nazi infantry raiding the Louvre and hurried inside the room. There was the larger-than-life painting of the Last Supper hanged on the big wall right next to the entrance of the Monalisa room, and an old person right in the opposite direction trying to take off the Monalisa off its place. Alphonse stayed by the door and watched over for the Nazi soldiers, and Pierre said in a low voice to the thief, "Psst! Hey! What the fuck do you think you're d

Yahya had a pretty long day at work that stretched from 6am till 7pm during which he ate a lot of food (an important detail to keep in mind for later) and caught himself a fever. He didn't see the latter coming, and he was literally gasping for life, but he had an appointment with his friends to see a movie at the cinema he didn't want to miss, so he bit on his lips, gathered what he had left of energy, and attended the movie. He saw the movie and he ate a medium-sized popcorn basket, a medium pepsi cup and half a Pringles tube which he followed by a long loud BURRRRRP. As nature postulates, he felt some strange reactions happening in his stomach and he had to hold their consequences until he leaves the movie in respect to those who're watching; otherwise, he'd be waging an undesired chemical war on their noses.  So he finished with the movie and went to the toilet for a piss. He released- let's say- half of what he had of gases in his stomach. The reaction

Okay. This is going to be another blogpost about a movie I think is truly transformative. Not only in affecting the perspective of the viewer on relationships and intersexual dynamics and everything in between, but in the way it's been put together and the reason it was made for. A quick reminder of the movie Before Sunrise is about two random train passengers who met onboard and exchanged a short conversation which is later to be expanded across the 1 hour and 40 minutes of the movie. Jesse Wallace is an American guy who's stopping by the last destination in his tour in Europe, and Céline is a French girl who's taking the same train heading back to Paris after visiting her grandmother in Budapest. The movie starts with an angry German couple who argued about something and Jesse gathering enough balls to approach Céline in public and ask her what they were arguing about. Céline then drops her first few wise words telling him "that as couples get