Crows reloaded. The end.

Previously on Crows reloaded: Pete is a white journalist born in Africa. Mary-Sue is a black journalist born in Babylon, Amerika. Pete is telling – us? – the story of why he left Africa, and his encounter with a young Pokot girl, named Malaika. “So, mzungu (white man), will you marry me?” Malaika says. “No…

Crows reloaded

Previously on Crows: Pete, the narrator, is a young white journalist born and raised in Kenya. After covering tribal unrest in the North for a Kenyan newspaper he goes back to Nairobi. Needs a break. Maybe he will resign, maybe leave Africa. He goes to Lamu, a small island on the coast of Kenya, by…

Foglines chapters 9 & 10

  We arrived at the theatre a little before eight. Rory paled. Street looked a bit like a war or a gang zone. Or a bit of both. A couple of abandoned cars at the corner, windshield smashed, snow piling inside. The theatre itself was a late XIXth century affair that probably featured operas and…

Foglines chapters 7 & 8

7 I got to The Paper early. No fog. Just snow. That was normal. Checked the NWB. The competition. All mostly in line. No fog forecast whatsoever… One thing I learned in Oxbridge: when in doubt, go back to basics. Search for fog. Boogle time! Fog: Condensed water vapor in cloudlike masses lying close to…

Foglines chapters 5 & 6

And I saw another angel Fly in the midst of heaven – Revelation 14:6     I took the Tube to the Blue Coat, on 3rd  and Bloomberg. Got out at the station. Flakes of snow in the street. A white Babylon. Not too cold. No fog. I arrived a little after 9:00 PM. The…

Foglines chapter 4

Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride. Great Babylon was naked Ah! She stood there trembling for me And Bethlehem inflamed us both – Leonard Cohen, “Last year’s man,”   I arrived late at The Paper, though it’s only a couple of stations away. I could have walked but it was too bloody damn cold. Too…