Being currently in Auckland, enjoying the sparkling world of catwalks and a constant turmoil of the backstage, I decided to make a fertile attempt to write in a completely new style for me.

Escapade of the kiwi and the chicken or roaming journalists on an evening drive.

Have you ever heard about writing-tandems? Of course you have! Arkady and Boris Strugatsky are probably the first names that come to mind… also there are Ilf and Petrov and so many others.

I have always wondered how it is to write with someone else, to write in collaboration, to listen to your ‘fellow-writer’ and to debate the subtle undertones of words. So we decided to give it a go and try writing something together. But first ‘we solemnly swear that our behaviour will not be of the best nature. However, we are young and full of insatiable hunger for experiences. Our writing will be a pleasant read; full of juicy words.’ Hence we made this vow, we promise to strictly follow it.

Our escapade started with a little stroll over a cemetery and into a cozy Anglican Church where we found a little club of mature citizens who were singing ‘old school’ songs. Our favorite piece was “My way” by Franc Sinatra. The old man’s delivery was so powerful and his voice was full of gusto that I nearly started crying. Now this song is in my everyday playlist.

In my first chapter I have mentioned that sometimes I’ll be writing about NZ food. One of my favourite places in here is BurgerFuel. I even read their history before writing about this place. They started as a small eatery in Aukland in 1995 and after some time became a globally growing burger brand. Sometimes you need to know where you have been to know where you want to go ©
Our stores are our temples and our burgers are our religion © whoever made this motto for them, I already like this guy.

After satisfying our inner men we went on a drive up the mountains. It was an incredible experience to go up the serpentine road to witness the candle-lit city from birds-eye view.

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The call of the mountains
Where adventure awaits,
The call of the souls
Where our youth liberates
The call of the wind
And something beyond
The call of the mist
That makes it a mystery bond
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Great talks
Poor talks
Disappeared blocks
Smiles and walks.
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Altered perception;
disappearing thoughts
Another frequency beckons
as a distant messenger awaits.
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Amidst the greatest of differences
our similarities prevail:
in our mystery, a youthful energy never fails

Wisdom from a Marshmallow princess: there are so many ideas dwelling inside your head and they come out when they are most needed, so grab them at the lapels and don’t let go.