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Frozen moments of a sad and happy life.
The man in the apartment opposite comes home every night and irons shirts. Lots of shirts, and then he holds them up as if admiring them and then chooses one,
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The scent of evil
Uninvited, the man opened the case on the table and brought from it a selection of small, crudely-blown glass bottles with all the panache of a well-rehearsed conjurer pulling a rabbit from a hat.
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Trust The Wind
The mountains were the watershed between the stony Algerian desert and the coastal plain, the watershed between village life and the bright lights
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Delhi: my inevitable destination.
although the Americans still didn’t know where (or what) Afghanistan was, the Soviets did, and while I was waiting in Moscow for a connecting flight to Kabul their tanks rumbled ...
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Birthday on a train.
It was my birthday. I woke up twenty years old and hungry. Everyone around me was still asleep, lulled and comforted by the gentle rhythm of the train to Delhi ...
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