Zaragoza, Spain, 2003. I work in an Irish pub called Flaherty’s instead of loyally attending university classes during my Erasmus year. It turns out to be the best Spanish language teaching I can possibly get due to the international team we are – 2 French, 1 Romanian, 1 English, 2 Irish, 2 Spanish, and 1 German. And being in Spain working in a pub – no matter if Spanish or Irish – the team is required to speak proper Spanish to keep the customers. One day I attend two elder ladies ordering each a different kind of coffee. Coffee orders in Spain are...

[Waaarning! The photos are of low quality for having been taken with a simple film camera and scanned with a very basic scanner. Aaadvice Mouse on photo reveals it's topic. Have fun!] Zaragoza, Spain, 2003. It’s summer, and I am in love, in love with Augustas Since it is 3 months to go until I will see him again, I think of expressing my love to him in different ways. I know his fascination for my legs, thus I get the idea of making a shoe shooting. I carry along all my shoes, and then me and my Lithuanian friend Jovita start experimenting. We aim to express certain...

It feels like it is yesterday, and I am sitting on the round table in the living room of my Spanish living community. We are three girls sharing a 4-room house, and we all love to spend the first half or more hour of our days on that table, provided with a hot chocolate, tea or cappucchino and delicious cookies. Counting backwards I realize that this “yesterday” is already 7 years old, and it’s still so alive in my memory. My precious time in Zaragoza, Spain… My love for tea brought me to collect all kinds of tea packages, for unknown creative reasons....

It was summer 2002 when I was in Alicante, Spain sitting alone in a slightly dark, huge, old and dusty house. It was my accomodation, organized by one Spanish friend. Since it was for free, I was very happy I could stay. Besides that, I felt terrible. I was lonely, I had no-one around me I knew or could speak to. I had experienced being the “bad girl” in a group of people I hardly knew only for speaking the truth out loud. In my Spanish beginners course I was put into level 14 and couldn’t change that, thus understood near to nothing. And I was afraid of strange...