The Spring that Breathes
Imagine sitting among some boulders in a green canyon enjoying the playful twitter of birds and the whispering brush of
Read MoreImagine sitting among some boulders in a green canyon enjoying the playful twitter of birds and the whispering brush of
Read MoreI board a packed, hot TGV from Strasbourg to Paris Gare de l’Est. It’s a close connection from Colmar, so
Read MoreFor just a few minutes, the decision about what happened next was completely in my own hands, so I sat
Read MoreI’d like to say that I reacted rationally, but anger rose up in me like someone lit a gas burner.
Read MoreOn the train from Italy to Switzerland, the sound of surrounding speech changes from lilting Italian to the brushing swish
Read MoreLike Germany, it’s fogged over by a past that you can wallow in, dark night of the human soul kind
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