“The game is called Presidents,” one of the French girls is saying, gesturing excitedly the way people explaining card games do, her words coming to…
“You can’t take this,” Mom said while she pulled my dear, favourite yellow t-shirt from the suitcase. “Why not?” I pouted. “Because it has Hebrew…
I am absolutely besotted with him. We went for walks together and he pointed out all the hydrangeas on the hillside. And I knew that…
Buenaventura Bravo’s main job during the Spanish Civil War was getting his goats out of the village and into the mountains. This was no top-secret…
It’s a debilitating feeling losing something precious to you. The blood drains from your cheeks, but they are effervescent with anxiety. You pat down your…
Sleepless in Seattle – that’s the old movie with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, right? I have some vague recollection of watching it on TV…
It’s the beginning of European summer: time for the yearly ritual of 20-somethings living out their best lives through a month of backpacking. Last-minute flights…
Never leave your items unattended. Always keep your eyes peeled for dodgy characters. Sleep with your valuables on night trains. Don’t. Trust. Anyone. They’re the…
The boat wasn’t big. It was a small dinghy with a motor, hand-painted the same shade as the ocean; not ideal should we encounter misfortune….
Entering the open-air part of the citadel in Shiraz, two guys and I check the sign detailing the fortress’ history. 18th century. Behind us are…
You’re in the bathroom flattening your hair at baggage claim. You pinch your cheeks for colour. You’re nervous to see her. You’ve come all this…
Here I am, lying on a stony beach, near the border of Spain and France, my white ass-cheeks being kissed by the golden, mid-summer sun….
