For Harisa.
Five years ago, I met a beautiful woman from Bosnia on a flight. We spotted each other before we boarded, and since the plane wasn’t totally full, she came over … Continue reading
February 17, 2014 · 13 Comments
Can we (at least) slow the pace of disappearing?
This moment, he thought, would not be remembered by anybody but him, and one day it would vanish from his memory too. -Aleksandar Hemon. Nowhere Man. (Book finished in Südbahnhof, … Continue reading
November 26, 2011 · 4 Comments
The Nice Thing About Strangers 