A bit nipply.

To keep me sane and to allow me the chance to slowly integrate into my new home, I started writing.
Not because I’m a writer, I’m not, I consider myself as nothing more than a lunatic with a keyboard, but because I wanted to share some of the experiences that people like myself experience when they move abroad, I somehow found solace in expressing myself in anyway I could.


So, WTF, people killing themselves for the hope of 72 virgins!?
Technically the equivalent of 72 blind dates. . .
Who the f*ck wants that nightmare!?