III.III.IV SKY HIGH I stopped smoking the day after I had my emotional break-down-slash-break-through. We were going for a weekend trip to Croatia so that would be the perfect distraction. And lo and behold, an entire weekend flew by and I barely noticed I hadn’t smoked. Of course, I did notice the withdrawal symptoms. My tongue started sprouting ulcers like […]
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Third Year , Rebirth
Rock Bottom
III.III.III ROCK BOTTOM I know I won’t particularly enjoy writing this. Mostly because I have to mention a lot of my failures in excruciating detail. Also because it’s probably gonna sound like I’m giving a lecture or something. I want to reiterate that I’m no psychiatrist nor a motivational speaker – I’m writing solely from personal experience. That, and the […]
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Hedonia
III.III.II HEDONIA On the same exchange program were about twenty other students from all over the world. I wasn’t too keen on making new friends at the beginning. My time in Hungary was supposed to be my me time. Little did I assume that by that very first night, they’d already be family. I still remember us sitting down on […]
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An Ancient City
III.III.I AN ANCIENT CITY Just like that, Nepal was yet another memory. Back in Malta, I didn’t really have much time to stagnate. I was ready to leave the minute I set foot on the fish-shaped prison. And leave I did – this time to Hungary, specifically to the city of Pécs for a medical exchange program. Oh Pécs, my Pécs… You have […]
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Second Year , Life
Adrenaline
II.III.VII ADRENALINE As expected, tomorrow did come, and as hungover as we were, we had yet another trip to make. We took a plane to Bucaramanga, a city north of Bogotá where we’d start a road trip down south – a cascade of adventures along the way. We visited Barichara, a Spanish colonial town known for its cobbled streets and whitewashed […]
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Recovery
II.III.VI RECOVERY Our adventures in Santa Marta were soon over and the rest of Colombia was awaiting. We headed down south back to Bogotá once again, where we were given the warmest welcome by Pedro’s family before being cordially escorted to their bathroom. After four days without a hot shower, I could finally scrub myself clean from all the dirt […]