Summer Postcards 2012
A Gypsy in Athens
Just as Greece is plopped between East and West, developing and developed, that gypsy girl sits astride poverty and stability. Both oddly comfortable but forced to beg, they know they have a right to something.
My Roman Holiday
The perceptions of Rome that I had as a child came more from films than within classroom walls.
Foreigners in Ethiopia
“Forengi” is the word for “foreigner” here, something I learned when I heard a few locals say it to me on the streets of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. It’s not an insult; the people are merely pointing out that I look different, and I am indeed from another country.
Monkey Business
Immediately the monkeys descended, swarms and stampedes of monkeys from a hundred yards away came barreling towards us; running full-speed, thrashing, ripping, tearing my scarf from my neck.
Sitting in the Ladies Car is a Privilege
Unlike the rest of the cars in the New Delhi metro, the ladies car is tidy, uncrowded, and quiet. The air conditioning mingles smells of freshly ironed fabrics and soft perfumes.
Au Grand Air
Sitting on the bench in my solitude with my Brioche Tranchée and some strawberries I had handpicked from the market, I realized some things.
Salsa Night in Anatolia
We stay home in the sleepy heat of midday and go out as the air cools in the evening to buy Ramadan pita, eating it before it gets humidity-sweaty, not waiting for Iftar, butter on our hands.