Hungary: – My land of Independence I was born and brought up in a humble family in India. I lived a simple life within the boundaries of the few Indian states I lived in. My parents worked hard to put me through school and I worked hard and put myself through college and … Continued
I was the only “half-breed” (yes, that’s a Cher reference) in a small Oregon town. Largely white with a sprinkling of Latinos, it was assumed that my father was Mexican—nobody knew what an Oklahoma Cherokee accent sounded like (let alone what a Cherokee looked like). And me? I was whiter than my mother. By the … Continued
Not Like the Movies in the USA After I send my new love this picture, he emails back: “Wait a minute! You live in this cabin?! No way you live in this out-of-some-movie cabin?! No way! Okay, can I be your friend?! Please? Please? Okay, I am overwhelmed with this! … Continued
Peaceful Travels in Germany Maria Posada says, “I belong to no one.” I say, “I belong to no one place.” Traveling the world is my aim and each time I globe-trot my heart thumps with a sense of joy and freedom that no woe could ever touch. I am twenty-four, and chapter twenty-five of my … Continued
March 26 marked the beginning of my travels and my first official solo travel. I walked through a gray and drizzly Bologna, neon orange backpack stuffed and on my back, tote-bag in hand, to the train station, where I caught a bus to the airport, and from there I boarded a plane to Paris. Yes, … Continued
Abebech Gobena invited us to have lunch with her after we assessed her orphanage. We were served spaghetti with red pepper flakes in it, and coleslaw that burst like cold, wet fireworks inside my mouth. Then her tale began. I was a child, a limp and starving pile of bones, hanging on every drop of … Continued
PLAY ME, I’M YOURS slants across the side of it, white on wood. It is chain-bolted to the cement floor of Liverpool Station. London sunshine points through the window frames at cluster of seven Christian college students staring. “There it is. Finally, after two hours of Tube hopping… we found one.” The stool bleats … Continued
The Salt Shaker in New Zealand Passing by a small coffee/pizza place on Victoria Street that is currently closed brought me back to the thinking of the horrible earthquakes that changed … Continued
When I arrived in Montreal, my stomach turned as I smiled when I saw the snow. After twenty hours traveling, I felt the cold wind cut through my face as I stepped out the airport and it was like a knife that could either kill me or cut the bread that’d feed me. I was … Continued
It is quite delightful, thoughtful and insightful to unfold the trend of events coupled with certain scenario which specifically take place at the subject-line setting which is located in the ‘Western Region’ of the nation, Ghana.(West Africa) ‘Last Hour’ literally ‘End Period’ in a view-point or perspective of the ordinary person on the street. For so … Continued