Same Moonlight for our Dreams:At the end it is the same moonlight for our dreams, and God is orchestrating the pre-established harmony. No matter what kind of instrument we are playing: we are following the same melody. I do not think of God as mathematician but it is my way of accepting that the Universe is neither perfect nor imperfect. Therefore the World is not perfect or imperfect. And I am not perfect or imperfect. I am a monad among monads. I am a dreamer among dreamers. We are different but the same. And we have common dreams under the same moonlight.
The Nomads Café:It is the evolving savors and flavors from the East African girl, I am. It is also my way to express the influences of Comoros, Belgium, Southern France and USA in my cooking. It is my soulful gastronomy, an artisan approach to a busy cooking lab with the flavors of East, West, North, and South. We are nomads, welcome to The Nomads Café.