At the other end

April 3, 2015

At the other end I’m writing this after one of those long, seemingly never-ending, mornings that begins in the early hours with a quick walk around an empty Friday-morning town, then continues with cooking and eating breakfast (this one made up of plates with olives, carrots and coriander, barley...

Imagination

March 30, 2014

Imagination “When you leave here, you’ll forget about me.” Her name is Kolpana, she tells me – “imagination” (the others too bear names like that: Beauty, Jolly, or Mishty, which means “sweet”). She stands in the doorway to her small room, with the curtain half-wrapped around her. Two guys,...