‘I have the illusion that all I’d need to do is return to those faraway neighbourhoods to find the people I’ve lost.’ In mining memory and history, the work of the French Nobel laureate Patrick Modiano takes us on journeys Paris, both the Paris of now and the Parises that have existed before. 1,864 more words
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A brief postcard/progress report.
I’ve found myself drawn to the ponds as they reflect the relentless progress of weather across the highland heavens. 170 more words
And, so it seemed I emerged from a dark tunnel of 2 months’ anxiety into LIGHT.
The “Village Hall” was, actually, an old gymnasium, redolent of a GDR-style(now) redundant building, with its concrete and steel; wholly functional, with no decoration. 1,098 more words