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I am packing a bag. Underwear, socks, T-shirts, jeans, shorts, a toothbrush. I don’t know when I’ll return home. In my mind, I call up memories from the 2006 war, and how I travelled through the same pastoral surroundings I now live in, aflame. The car waits in the shaded olive grove. Deep within the…
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Wow. I was a terrible travel blogger, wasn’t I? So – what happened? Why did I stop, and what have I done since, and what am I planning to do next? Fear not, kind readers. All shall be revealed – and it shall be revealed… now. Chronologically speaking, I think I left you off relatively…
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“This is passport control, right?” I ask the armed officer standing in the corridor, arms crossed, shoulders squared. The agent at the ticket counter told me I should be at least twenty minutes early so that passport control will let me into the international platform where trains to France pass through. “Oui,” the policeman answers,…
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[Florence is now behind me. I’ve returned to writing on a Swiss train rushing towards Lucerne, after a short stay in Como.] Time spent on the water moves differently. I don’t think this is metaphorical; as your body adjusts to the rocking of the boat, I think that your internal rhythm adjusts as well, breaking…