Author : Yoskhaz

The bus dropped me off in the square opposite the inn in the small Chinese village on the way up to the Himalayas. The innkeeper...

Nádia worked with us at the publishing house. An excellent employee, she was in charge of the financial department. Accounts payable, receivables, accounting with bookstores...

The days at the monastery are dynamic. Classes, lectures, conversations, and reflections set the tone for each period of study. Providing diverse content through different...

I set aside that Tuesday to put the house in order. Not the physical house, but the psychic one. Upon closer examination, each of us...

As usual, it was still the early hours of the morning when I entered the small workshop of Loureiro, the shoemaker who loved philosophy books...

I arrived in Sedona on a Saturday morning. As was customary on that day of the week, Starry Song was sitting beneath a lush oak...

On a quiet, tree-lined street in Gávea, with no sign or nameplate on the façade, stands Bárbara’s coffee shop. It is not a place of...

Madureira is one of the most iconic neighbourhoods in Rio de Janeiro. Home to resilient and hardworking people, it has its own characteristics, cultures, and...

I was missing Sedona, the small town nestled in the mountains of Arizona, where Starry Song lived, the shaman who had the gift of preserving...

It had been a difficult day at work. Among several problems common to the daily life of a company, I was dealing with the growing...