now I am not afraid to face it, but don’t tell me to be strong

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When I was a little girl, too many things scared me. I could cry out some of those fears, but I couldn’t even dare to pronounce others. I thought I was going to figure out how to fight my inner demons growing up. Unfortunately, I discovered that fear never ends. We all are afraid, and we cannot help it.

What I realized is that you can’t fight against what terrifies you with boxing punches because it is not on the surface where it hides. Instead, the more you try to push it away, the more it crawls inside your soul…


when books find words you can’t, to describe how to go on after this annus horribilis

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Nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot.*

No quote could describe better how this year has been for me, for us, in fact. I doubt many people will come out of it unchanged. For better or worse, that remains to be seen.

Most of us are left with indelible body or soul scars on our way out. Because 2020 has challenged everyone. And the majority have lost something, someone, a part of them maybe. What we cared the most for, usually. A year of loss, as I would like to call it.

Then he looked at Florentino Ariza…


versus being simple

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It was just a phrase popped out during a work dinner some years ago: “If they are not strange enough, we don’t hire them”.

So, I was being considered strange. Right away, I laughed. It was hilarious. Then I figured out it wasn’t a joke. Someone believed I belonged to the “Strange people party” and wasn’t alone either. My colleagues were part of the group also.

Even though I had never thought of myself this way, it didn’t seem bad. Subconsciously, I liked it. …


and how he made the world seem like a better place

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He had big, curious eyes and the sweetest gaze you could ever imagine. I understand you, he said without saying anything.

His light brown and whitish fur reminded people of the colour of their favourite drink. A nice hot cup of Cappuccino. That’s why they baptized him that way.

He had no home, no parents or family and still his look was filled with humanity, though no human he was.

He was born to donate free love to casual strangers, fearful kids or ignoring bypassers.

A possessor of that power few beings have to brighten a dark day, to warm…


what Carlos Ruiz Zafón taught me about my mysteries

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Photo by David Ramos from https://www.artwave.it/cultura/letteratura/addio-zafon-lorchestratore-di-ombre/

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

I still remember the day my father took me to the annual book fair in Tirana and for the first time, I fell in love. It was more than a decade ago.

We used to go there every year. As a family of book producers, it was a tradition for us and we made sure not to miss it.

Imagine thousands of eye-catching covers and bombastic titles surrounding me and among them, a big advertisement reciting: The Angel’s Game. Carlos Ruiz Zafón.

I have always had a passion for angelic figures (I never knew why), so it attracted me from…


Through the self-deceiving hell of clichés to the paradise of all truths

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Photo by Roberto Nickson on Unsplash

Hell of Lies

I want to tell you a story.

This is my first story and probably I am not very good at it. Sorry about that! English is not my best language either. But in the end, I think those are only excuses that prevent someone from being their true self…

Truth is, I hate clichés. Why? You will find the answer if you follow me all through this journey.

So in my story, there is this little girl who early understood that life was easier for people who lied. They could invent an enormous amount of lies to…


and you don’t even know why

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Photo by Guillaume de Germain on Unsplash

Have you ever heard the quote: “Football is a metaphor of life”?

I know a lot of men have. What I didn’t know is that Jean-Paul Sartre himself said it. Yes, a philosopher! (This goes to the people who cannot understand why you can get so passionate about 22 guys in shorts and strangely colourful t-shirts running a ball around).

I do not know the reasons behind Sartre stating this fact but for me, it is one of life’s truths. …

Lorida Cito

Born as an introvert. Became a truth speaker for necessity and a cliché hater by vocation. Programming and supporting my fellow programmers every day.

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