The City knows #WritersWednesday

  She never forgets: the humble swamps of the beginnings, the far away sounds of war, the medieval cruelties, the triumphs, the parades, the Enemy at the gates... Then there was the long war - thirty years of destruction, rape, pestilence and ruins. Out of this came a stronger state, and she was the capital. … Continue reading The City knows #WritersWednesday

In a deep well, reflections on reading Haruki Murakami’s Wind-up Bird Chronicle

It is a rare writer who can combine the spectra of recent history in its full horror, the dreams of love, and the mysteries of the soul. So is Monsieur Murakami. The Wind-up Bird Chronicle was published in Japan in 1995, and once again, I regretted my inability to read the novel in the writer's language. … Continue reading In a deep well, reflections on reading Haruki Murakami’s Wind-up Bird Chronicle

Dawn

The small bird was close to our window: her voice rose high and clear in the light mist shrouding the garden. She was celebrating life and the dawn of a new day, she was saying hope is alive, and look at me: I am small, but I am here, for God is great and I … Continue reading Dawn