the librarian.

the lost books.

During our move I discovered a box of old books that I inherited from my beloved grandmother. I still can't believe that I forgot about them and that they had to stay in a grubby old box for so long. They are such pretty books with with beautiful illustrations...there's some Dostojewskij, some Fallada, Daphne Du Maurier, and alot of Jane Austen, all in different languages, some French some German and so on (my grandmother didn't speak English)...can't stop reading!

we packed up home and left.

Sorry that it took me so long to come back to my beloved blogworld, but the move was more straining than I thought it would be. My poor Asim got really scared when eight big men came and started packing up our home in a huge van. And I guess he knew that we wouldn't come back when we left the empty apartment, because he didn't wanted to move away from the front door, he laid on the ground and it took some hard work to convince him to come with me. The whole 4 hour drive to our new apartment he was shaking all over his body -it broke my (already homesick) heart! But don't worry, he is settling in quite well by now...we both are! We have a wonderful big park right next to our new home, and more green spots around than we could ever dream off. I hope to soon show you some pictures from our new place and environment.

Oh, before I forget, do you have any good tips for recovering from a bad allergy attack? I'm trying shake off the dust allergy that is torturing my lungs since packing tons of books in and out of 50 moving boxes -most important New Year's resolution: dusting up all the books every week!!!!