In a world ruled by algorithms, dopamine, and moral certainty, nuance has become an act of resistance. This is a meditation on black-and-white thinking, the quiet freedom of books, and why humility and forgiveness still matter. … More The Beauty of Nuance
I don’t know when exactly I set off on this journey back. Perhaps from the first day I set foot in London sixteen years ago, or maybe a few years later. The truth is that the return was gradual, so subtle that for a long time I did not even notice I was returning. When … More From London to Caracas
My favourite people in the world share the same beautiful quality of being humble. Some are friends and family members, others are transient acquaintances who left a mark that I can’t erase and still hold the magic power of making me smile whenever I remember them. Humble people make joyful company. They know how to … More I’ll be searching for the humble ones
It was the mid-nineties. I was a teenager living in a Venezuela very different from the one everyone knows today. Back then, we were actually quite an anonymous country. Except for our oil, our soap operas and our beauty queens, no one really knew much about us. However, if a foreigner came to visit our … More The Christmas eve I spent with strangers