I am a freelance writer and voice actress living in San Diego. I speak five languages (English, French, Italian, German, and Arabic) and have lived in Europe and the Middle East for the most part of the past four years. I write about travel, art, science, and history, or anything that captures my heart.
This is the place to go if you’re looking to buy mammoth meat, dinosaur eggs, time travel sickness pills, anti-cloning fluid, and anything else that you might need to travel through the fourth dimension.
You pass herds of Mongolian camels, remote monasteries, the colorful Old Believer village, swamps and forests, and flocks of nomads leading horses, all while you sip endless amounts of vodka and coffee.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that every country has chocolate milk unique to themselves. I might be hypersensitive to the subtleties of chocolate milk (and i know it’s kinda weird) but it’s only because, over the years, I’ve tried more them in more than twenty countries.
Slowly, I’d sit up, without even trying. My body would turn itself to look in the large mirror to my left. Standing inside the mirror, was that man in a top hat, just watching me. When he was there, I was never able to move even an inch.