11/24

  “Madam, now vhat does a lion have to do with books?” asked my taxi driver for the evening.   “uuuhh…..”   “Exactly. Nahhthing.”   I watched the young novel-wala outside my window disappear into the evening Dili traffic. He couldn’t have been more than 14 years old. Maybe the cab driver is right.   There is no point in contemplating our accesses. His to … Continue reading 11/24

5/24

I miss the days. When cupcakes were just vanilla sponges with icing. Sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.   I miss the days. When I wore fake gold bangles and played pretend in our building’s abandoned stairwell for hours.   I miss the days. When I would go to sleep in Prague and wake up in Zurich.   When cupcakes could heal, gold was kept for … Continue reading 5/24