The Ankorians wrote on banana leaves. As their society collapsed, and monks stopped meticulously copying manuscripts, the scrolls of leaves rotted away in the humid climate, and their history was…
Cut in Two
I’m going to leave my home. Today is the day. Most likely never to return. I will miss playing cards at the kitchen table. Indi taught us one of her…
Tales from the English Pub
Two weeks ago I had the great fortune to travel around Northern England with a friend of mine. He had just returned from his second semester in Cairo, studying Arabic,…
Counting Down
And now the news, both good, and less so. In one week, I’m set to leave home for about a year, transplanted from Europe to Asia. However, in that time,…
Carthago Delenda Est
On a two day visit to the Eastern stretch of the Magreb, where the Atlas mountains dive into the Mediterranean and host the capital of Tunis upon the bay, I…
Lest I Forget
Lest I forget the nights spent awake late, far too late, gathered around a crackling fire far out in the garden where the wifi connection breaks and hampers the flow…
A Moving Story
After twenty years of collecting miscellaneous memories in disparate spots and stringing them together into a vibrant tapestry of youth, the parental house will be sold, cardboard boxes abound around…
Learning how to Read again
A precious moment, one unlike most, and yet so simple, that it only requires a couple of lines to sketch out. The grey stone crumbling bridge over an empty moat….
The only Problem with Padova is that it’s not Venice
Padova boasts an ancient history, tracing a continuous line from nebulous mythology, stringing Roman and Byzantine beads along its course right up until the Italian present. Decorative footprints of these…
How to go on a Date in Prague
First you will scout out the city, familiarise yourself with its streets, how they snake through the different districts, make note of the cute red trams that accelerate transport in…