A personal reflection on seeking tranquility outside the city, only to discover a curious modern habit: the relentless use of cars for even the shortest distances. Why do we trade peace for the car keys, even in 'quiet' havens?| my-notes.dragas.net
A personal reflection, set to My Way, on the inner journey towards authenticity and the quiet strength found in choosing one's own path amidst expectations| my-notes.dragas.net
The sound of classic rock from a passing bike on a summer evening, and the unexpected bridge it creates between two generations. A quiet reflection on the courage to choose your own music, and your own path.| my-notes.dragas.net
A heartwarming reunion with old friends after ten years triggers vivid memories of a terrifying earthquake and the incredible solidarity shown during that crisis.| my-notes.dragas.net
A single thought that deafened the noise of a new city and a new life. This is the story of a paralyzing fear, of porticoes that felt like cages, and the silent nod that changed everything. It's about finding your way back home, even when you're far away from it.| my-notes.dragas.net
Not every match is about winning. Sometimes, it's about who we are when the game gets serious. I was never truly competitive, but tennis taught me about respect, disappointment, and the quiet moments that shape us| my-notes.dragas.net
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.| my-notes.dragas.net
Why this simple question reveals the biggest generational conflict of our time.| my-notes.dragas.net
These scribbles, my kaleidoscope of thought, shall reveal the way I perceive the world.| my-notes.dragas.net