It was getting dark. I waited for her arrival for some minutes but I couldn’t hear her foot step. I picked up my phone so as to call her and I heard her phone ringing on the bed. 4,761 more words
On the right is my father, cigar in hand, talking to his lifelong friend Fidel Castro, a fellow communist revolutionary.
The angle makes it look like my father is holding out his cigar to me, but that’s not the case. 580 more words
For seven years, Miriam Lancewood and her husband Peter have lived a nomadic life – she is the hunter and he is the cook. Now they’re walking across Europe to Turkey, with a tent and little else. 503 more words
One of my goals for the upcoming year is to read two books a month. One fiction, one nonfiction. Most of the nonfiction will mostly likely be related to research for my book about Katnes, … 43 more words