“What is that Daddy? A dragon?” “Yes, Tiffany, it is the family dragon. It‘s been in the family for more than a hundred years.” “That’s what Lung means, right, Daddy? Dragon? I even know how to write it!” “Very well, Tiffany. Show me.” I stuck my tongue between my teeth. Took my time and proudly…
I needed to get dressed for that party the Philosopher had invited me to. And, of course, I had nothing to wear. Please do not smile my reader friend. That is always a delicate matter. The little black dress (Oh Tiffany! Oh, Givenchy!) is of course, always a possibility. But no. Too easy. I wondered…
The seagulls glide and glide over the waters. Hundreds of them. Gliding and flying effortlessly. Catch the wind. Glide a while. Then a swift stroke of a wing and glide again. Stewart is probably up there. I can’t make him out. Too many seagulls in the air. And too many ships in the waters! Reminds me…
We are coming to the end of our journey. A travel in time and space starting in Ancient Indochina between 1896 and 1905. As I said in the first part of this series, it is an old photo album bound in beige cloth, my brother bought at a flea market in Paris and gave me…
Equinoxio 