Author : Yoskhaz

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...

No, that’s not true. This can’t be happening! That cry tore through the silent dawn of the monastery. I woke up startled, still unsure whether...

I am a lover of sunny mornings, but I confess that a starry sky or a night with a waxing moon brings me an indescribable...

I had been strangely tired in those days. Even in the morning, right after breakfast, before my duties at the monastery, I already felt exhausted,...

This story happened almost a couple of decades ago. Fausto, whose godfather I was, the son of one of my best friends, had graduated in...

It was the end of the afternoon on an ordinary Wednesday in Rio de Janeiro. I was exhausted after an extremely difficult day at work....

Squeezed between the sea and the mountains, Rio de Janeiro is a city fragmented into several regions with their own characteristics and cultures. The birthplace...

The bus dropped me off in front of the inn in the small Chinese village on the ascent to the Himalayas. The owner handed me...

It was a drowsy afternoon on a sunny Monday in Rio de Janeiro. I had been working since early morning. I decided to end the...

“Of all the brutalities that strike us, the one that affects us most is the absurd attempt to live by a model of behaviour incompatible...