A night in Penang. By Brian Martin-Onraet and Tiffany Choong

“They will die if we do nothing,” Felicity said, pacing on the crazy pavement by the pool. “Felicity, tokek,” Gary said, “please stop pacing, tokek, you’re driving me crazy, tokek.” “Gary,” Felicity said, “stop with your tokek, it is driving ME crazy.” “Sorry, Fel’, it’s a tokek, I mean, a tick. Tokek. I agree with…

Breakfast in Istanbul. The end.

“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…

Breakfast in Istanbul. Part 2.

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…