A life in Colombia
Pablo’s dead. Get over it.
The music was loud, the street was filled with people and the smell of fried festival food followed your every move. I went to Medellin for the city’s flower festival and, although this was probably an unofficial street party, everyone seemed in the mood to celebrate. The crowd was too thick for six people to […]More
The teddies win
Death row was looking particularly tragic today. They stared at me with their black little eyes and eerily fierce expressions. I tried to look disdainful but probably ended up on the wrong side of indecisive. “What’s the matter?” my mother said, walking into the middle of the stand off. The matter? I think. The matter? […]More
A lesson in English
I am fascinated by people who have a beautiful way with words. I guess there will always come a time when you need to be reassuring and when that time arrives – it’s best if you are one of those people who can make the world seem peaceful and at ease, in but a single phrase. You may, […]More