She’s left for her lectures and I sit alone in my room. Not knowing what to do, and staring at my useless hands, I decide to start cleaning. Creating order…

Where the European map shows a colourful puzzle of interlocking nations, historically competing and fighting for supremacy, building alliances only to enact great betrayals in hopes to come out on…

“Today is our birthday,” and she checks my phone to memorise the date. I don’t understand. With my eyes, I tell her so. She reaches for my hand and begins…

Italy is a strange country. In more ways than one it towers over its peers. The food is world renowned, its cultural heritage spans millennia and has a broader reach…

My mother studied art history, a handful of years before I was born, a period I struggle to imagine. During the lectures she discovered notebooks full of beauty from the…

Ik verken het reguliere stratenplan van Madrid, gelegd na de reizen van Columbus  naar het metrum van de koloniserende Romeinen, dat wil zeggen, recht op recht, een mooi ruitenrooster, want…

As is said among the Georgians, on the seventh day, the day of rest, after God had created all the animals, the land they populate, its mountains and river valleys,…

Ik schrijf deze zin en Maui staat in brand, door mijn hoofd stromen beelden van New York in smog, enkele weken geleden, en het nieuws dat we overschakelen op Global…

The quaint town of Luxemburg rests upon rocky bends of the Semois and the Alzette, a point since time immemorial easily defensible against marauding bands of Germans or French. The…

At the end of three weeks in Rajasthan, my mother and I arrived at Delhi’s enormous airport, both of us exhausted by the continuous heat and humidity. We had planned…