Flinders

Take cover, I'm going to be tragic yet again!
My newest project falters on a razor-sharp cutting edge between loud failure and glorious recognition. My Ottoman fountain is very beautiful but in such a poor state of preservation I am more anxious about the outcome than I was before sitting my university entry exams. What's more, I feel kind of thrown at it, away from my superiors and any fellow conservators who could make some of the decisions or even give me a hand.
I suspect nobody really wanted to get involved so they gave it to the first victims that came along...

Gipsy Artisan

Well, it's been six months of glorious lazyness, decadence and depression but it's time to move on. Another mission awaits me at the southernmost town of Europe. Another 8-months-out-of-a-suitcase kind of life and I'm again (when will I learn?) super excited about it. It's going to be sunny and seasalty and carefree or so I hope it will be.
It will also be a return to my roots of sorts. My ancestors came from Crete so I hope to uncover the byzantine mystery of my family's first names. Were we fearless pirates, the dreaded corsairs of the Libyan Sea or noble squires of the levante feared and respected by Venetians and Turks alike?
Nah!! We were probably slaves to a local tyrant who freed our wretched souls when he realised we'd make nothing of it anyway.