Frederika | August 13, 2009
I saw him again yesterday afternoon when I was riding my bike along the beach. He was sitting on a bench gazing at the horizon, oblivious of what was going on around him. I noticed he had a sad expression on his face.
Steve is tall and skinny with a rugged face and short grey hair. [...]
Gabrielle | August 13, 2009
As an Australian, my impressions of Greece.
fourikis | October 19, 2009
The more I think of man, the more I love the cows.
Our Singapore Airlines flight followed the kangaroo route. In Rome, we headed to the Umberto Hotel and rushed to bed after a shower. Being in Helen’s arms for twenty hours, I couldn’t last any longer. I shouldn’t tell you this but I even suggested [...]
Fioroula | August 2, 2009
By Dionysia Mousoura-Tsoukala
She left her parents’ home to marry a man she feared more and loved less, a few weeks short of her 20th birthday. Not that birthdays meant much in those days. At best, she’d get good wishes from her family and, if lucky enough, a string of dry figs from her father.
Her decision [...]
Gabrielle | August 20, 2009
It was Sunday. People stood outside the church doors, passively chatting, smiling and generally exuding their clean, well-groomed ordered appearance; too well clothed, for the day shone hot, laying bare the cream brick building and the strip of green grass.
Dominique and Lisbeth searched the faces in the crowd of church goers. Jim was not among [...]
Gabrielle | August 11, 2009
MUSING ABOUT ART
At Federation Square a new centre for the Arts opened in the City of Melbourne, Australia. The population watched the progress of this uniquely designed complex being built, the structure looking rather like a child’s meccano set with assorted triangle shapes slotting into place. Most of the public were horrified as it [...]
Gabrielle | September 4, 2009
You were departing, leaving me. As you walked away a sharp awareness came upon me. The world around me was merely a stage. I headed for the coffee shop in order to settle my feelings by doing something deliberate. Surrounded by people bustling with trays and animated chatter brought an everyday ordinariness to grasp.
I drank [...]
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