My name is Lilou Sticks and for the moment, I have nowhere to call home.

So everyday, I read, take pictures, watch films, eat cinnamon buns and cookies, go to museums, drink blue water, walk, I walk a lot, a whole lot, look at mirrors, listen to music, touch fabrics, taste and smell everything around me.

This is how I am trying to remember where I come from.

If you feel the same way I do, let’s try to find our homes together.

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Can you spot it?

It’s not a secret anymore, or I don’t know if it ever was and so:
I went to London. I am still there. I decided to make my trip longer.
I spent my time in London with a friend I haven’t seen for a long, long time. I can’t tell you much about her because she is shy, but I can tell you that I feel so much better.
I was around smiling faces and I stayed in a cozy house right next to Harrods, which is a department store that has everything from ice cream to kittens.
Lots of linners and lots of brunches.
Lots of cake and lots of music.
Lots of dancing and lots and lots of sleeping.
And most of all lots of laughing.
It feels good and I am happy.

I have to go back tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to, but something tells me this time is going to be different.
You know why?
I’ll show you. Here is a picture I took 26 minutes ago on my late afternoon walk.

Look closely. There are three big balls of light. The one on the top is not a street lamp like the other two. 

Yes! It’s the moon.

A big glowing moon. And its special, I can feel it. I don’t know why but I felt it.
If you read this tonight, try look at it through your window.

So lets all sleep well tonight and lets see what will happen tomorrow.

Here is another picture I took from outside the  window of my friends house, high up.