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One lovely October morning in 1819, I was rubbing tombstones at Campo Cesto when I heard a woman crying. It was Mary Shelly. Her son William had recently died and she, obviously, was overwhelmed. There was nothing I could do … Continue reading
Despite the drizzle, we walked to the Chinese restaurant to have lunch. Leaves that once hung over our heads were now matted on the ground—a melancholic reminder of existential change.
Clouds remind us that change happens all the time.
This is our front porch. A few years ago, weather permitting, we started eating our meals here. And it changed our rapport with the neighbourhood. When neighbours walk by, we exchange greetings. A Kalimera here and a Kalimera there has … Continue reading