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A life in Colombia
The Bitter Truth About Brie
No-one ever knocks on the door at night. In fact, no-one ever visits at night, but if they do, they’re announced by the doorman, portero in Colombia, whose job it is to formally announce all visitors, from the plumber to the priest. It’s a bit like the way young girls were announced at London debutante balls in […]More
Thoughts on Freedom
About a month ago, a man died. He was 91-years-old, cheerily wrinkled. He had very nice teeth. And ever since he died, I’ve thought an awful lot about him. Which is weird because until the day he died, I hadn’t thought about him at all. The man was Lee Kuan Yew, the former Singapore leader. […]More
Bogotá: Literary City?
New Year is a weird time, isn’t it? A forcible measure of happiness – whether you’re anxious about the next 12 months or saying a thankful goodbye to the old ones; whether you’re celebrating what you have achieved or are excited about what you will; whether you move lightly from one year to the next […]More