the Sunday table

It was many years after I left my home in Athens, that I realized how important was the Sunday meal of my childhood for my soul.  Sunday was the one and only day off school, and I always tried to complete my homework on Saturday afternoon, to enjoy the Sunday ritual. The breakfast was just…

Eating out of garbage cans

Today’s topic is also about food. The first time I saw people searching in trash cans to find something to eat, was in Buenos Aires in Argentina four years ago. I was not shocked because I know what happens in this world, and I am not neither indifferent nor spoiled. However my stomach felt strange…