The soldiers have surrounded the house by the sea. It is one in the morning. The darkest hour. Even under star-lit African skies. A quarter moon hangs low to the East. There are about twenty, thirty soldiers, a section, the equivalent of a platoon, dressed in khaki fatigues. Rifles are clustered on the crazy pavement…
Invisible. (A market stall, San Cristobal de las casas, Chiapas, Mexico. 2011) Cité-Jardin, Lyon, France. A city for the blue-collar, designed and built in the 20’s-30’s. Champs de Mars, Paris. 2015. Firenze la magnífica. 2014. (Couldn’t resist the play-on-words) My faithful 40 year-old Ray-bans. Lost them last year. Oh, I cried. Male ostrich. Nairobi National…
Air Space Museum, Washington Dulles airport. Another plane is on display: the Enola Gay, the B-29 Superfortress bomber that dropped the first nuclear bomb on Hiroshima on August 6 1945. It looks small by today’s standards. I felt a chill in my bones as I looked at it. Couldn’t help but remember the stopped clock,…
Un crime odieux se trame et s’ourdit dans l’ombre. Des reitres sans âme, des bellâtres à la face blême ont prononcé la déchéance nationale du plus illustre des migrants: le chapeau Chinois, le ^, l’accent circonflexe. (Illustration ci-dessus: La langue française pestiférée à Jaffa par le Baron Gros) (For english press one, or if WP…
The Tiger is looking at me. Green eyes (his) straight into green eyes (mine). Though at that moment I couldn’t care less about similarities. The Tiger looks big. Okay, it is a baby tiger, but a three-months old baby tiger is almost as big as a three-year old boy. Me. And right there and then,…
That one’s easy. Liverpool? No. Birmingham? No. Think again. Brighton? No. Her Majesty’s one and (many) (Buckingham) Palace(s). Satan’s dead end. Paris, 20th arrondissement. Not a joke. A real street. Right around the corner from my brother’s workshop. Not even half a “blog” away. That street inspired me a story called “Banquete de pordioseros”, Beggars’…
