East, West

Europe and Asia nestle in my heart next to each other and wherever I am, I’m forever condemned to missing the place where I’m not.  I’m going to bid farewell to the summer of my life in Asia, and I hope to spend my autumn in Europe.  May the weather be golden.

A hometown, not a home

There are times when I feel a certain fondness for my hometown even though I’ve been dreaming of leaving it for as long as I remember. Now I’m about to leave it again, for the umpteenth time.  Nostalgia doesn’t colour my vision. I see the town for what it is: a place without hope. An...

On travelling

My journeys don't end in lovers meeting. My journeys don't end. I’m leaving soon, again. I've been living in a permanent liminal state for so many years that it turned from a thrill into a bother. When I go shopping, I pass people in the street and I’m envious of their lives: staying in one place and...