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I’m Eva. Originally from the Alps, I travel, I write and I draw in search of meaning, and on my way, I tell stories. If this is your first visit here, I’d love for you to feel at home. Don’t look for anything in particular. I do believe that words, on their own, know how to find their readers…

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Eva 10/03/2025 Eva 10/03/2025

The necessary separation

And one fine morning, I was gone… —

‘The desire to disappear or to see the other disappear is the ultimate signal of a cry for help that is vital to hear. Behind this desire (for ‘it to stop’) is the call of life.’ I thought I saw a flash of lightning. It was 6:18 am, or something like that (…)

Eva 09/03/2025 Eva 09/03/2025

What women talk about amongst themselves

With all due respect to these gentlemen, their mothers —

Sometimes I stop what I'm doing just to look at her. She's beautiful. She's a woman who, with time, has learned to wear her age beautifully. And I watch her undo her clip as her hair cascades down her back and it makes me think about the song: “I am my mother's savage daughter (…), I will not cut my hair, I will not (…)

Eva 05/03/2025 Eva 05/03/2025

Here I am

It’s not that I haven’t tried, but somehow… Here I (still) am —

Ready, set, lights on. Here I am. “Do it again.” The exercice is simple, though. One single spotlight on stage. The audience is in the dark. Take one step forward, look at them, bathed with light, and say: “Here I am.” Here I still am. Not that I haven’t tried before, a little bit every day, that’s what he (…)

Eva 02/03/2025 Eva 02/03/2025

Lidy

Why I named my diary —

“I would like to shout (...): leave me alone! (...) Let me go, far away from everything, far away from the world! Everyone thinks I'm pretentious when I talk, ridiculous when I keep quiet, cheeky when I talk back, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite too many, stupid, a coward, calculating, etc., etc., etc. All day long (…)”

Eva 14/02/2025 Eva 14/02/2025

A diary

Tell me whom you haunt, and I’ll tell you who you are —

That’s the kind of place one looks for when suffering. A place that makes you feel, somehow, like you belong. That the fight really is worth fighting for and that tomorrow, the sun will rise on something special. Something else. Anything else. Yet it is but a sheet of paper. (…)