Sara Ganem

Between Eastern blocks and cherry brandies, I’m sailing around with Spartacus, my Greek speaking bicycle. But the world is not big enough to drown my pain.

Between Eastern blocks and cherry brandies, I’m sailing around with Spartacus, my Greek speaking bicycle. But the world is not big enough to drown my pain.

Between Eastern blocks and cherry brandies, I’m sailing around with Spartacus, my Greek speaking bicycle. But the world is not big enough to drown my pain.