Author Archives: Katarina

About Katarina

I am a viniyoga teacher and a writer. The Slovak embassy secretary. An observer. The city of Brussels keeps me inspired, yoga keeps me focused and stories bring more stories.

The Night of Keira

Posted on 12/08/2022 by Katarina

St. Gilles was drowning in the darkness of a late autumn evening and damped in a cold rain. That – plus the late pandemic era made the neighbourhood, otherwise lively, a half-deserted place. The pubs were open for those who could … Continue reading →

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Who is the Plumber?

Posted on 16/03/2022 by Katarina

We are storytellers. Not just we, the writers, but we, the humans. We put a story on and around everything and believe it to an astonishing degree. Stories also serve to simplify and understand a situation. It is overwhelming how different … Continue reading →

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The Three Swans of 2022

Posted on 28/01/2022 by Katarina

At the primary school, we learnt to write the number 2 visualizing the shape of a swan. I do not know why. To make the tedious repetitive task more appealing? A row of swans in my lined notebook, each one … Continue reading →

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Linda (is afraid no longer).

Posted on 13/10/2021 by Katarina

No longer afraid of what? Well, read. Linda stepped out of the front door, turned, and almost bumped into a man. “Sorry,” she murmured headphones on, not ready for a conversation. The man was moving his lips; he obviously was … Continue reading →

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Guy: End of the Story, or Beginning?

Posted on 14/05/2021 by Katarina

This was the last thought that Guy´s mind shot while he was leaving his body: “The women finally killed me.” As the mind shut off and the soul took over, it said in a calm, clear voice: “No, they have … Continue reading →

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