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A Brief Update
The island of Florianopolis sits off the mainland of Brazil a little way, connected to the South American continent by a skinny, curving...
Mexican Blood
“We are very busy with our continuous and great work in the conversion of the infidels of whom . . . over a million people have been...
Spoon Bending
So, I’m going to tell you about my meditation retreat. I know. That sentence is usually the bugle call to sound the beginning of a...
There Be Dragons
My belly is full, in a sort of leaden way, because I just stuffed the last handful of cheap imitation M & Ms into my mouth, waited for...
My Friend Ray
Garibaldi, imposing and snow-capped, sat in the distance across the water, skirted by fluffy grey cloud. Howe Sound stretched from the...
The Substitute
My phone alarm goes off. I get up, turn on the light and put on my trousers, singlet, socks, jumper and jacket. I’ve taken to wearing my...
A Graveyard in Romania
“… and where does the name of the bus station come from?” I asked the girl on the hostel desk. Earlier, when I had read the name of the...
Slavs don't smile
Out the window of the trolleybus a man is crouching on the side of the road, right down on his haunches, smoking a cigarette. He isn’t...
The Road to Odessa
Tuesday 1425: I take out my spending book and write out the price of the metro ticket from Theo’s house to the Berlin bus station. The...
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