Behind the Mountains of the Moon

I had to decline yet another beer that Obama was bringing…

Za’atar – Stories from Middle East

It seemed like a game to her. Although she was already thirteen years old, she played with
children from other tents every day.

Danube Blues

Tito and I sit on the little porch of the wooden cabin. As we smoke cigarettes, we move our arms with the most minimal of effort, only to take the bottle of whiskey sitting before us on the floor.

SAMSARA – Journey to the East

WHAT day is it today? I wonder to myself, looking through the window of the dessert shop at Connaught Place.