2. 3. 08:32 Outside the Bibliotheca Alexandrina next to Parliament Towers in the government center, smack dab in the middle of Christchurch, Rosa Lynn Malinche jumps from the back of a delivery lorry. She’s cleaned up nicely since Vienne and I rescued her. Her red hair is tucked under a brown cap...
For two hours, we ladled out bowls of vegetable soup and stale bread toast covered with slices of processed cheese food. For desert, there was apple pie donated by a local grocery chain. The families at the shelter were grateful for the meal. I felt guilty thinking about the steaks Cedar and I ha...
4. 8. 06:51 My father is a fallen angel. I tell myself that as Vienne and I climb the icy steps that lead from the TransPort station up to the surface. I tell myself that every time I make the trip to Norilsk, a gulag that swallows up prisoners like a black hole swallows light. It helps me choke ...
2. 13. 12:00 Ema sprints across the grounds toward the teahouse, where Ghannouj is sitting on a bench in the sunshine. Dark hair whipping behind her, anklets and bracelets ringing, she bounds over the bridge, then skids to a halt in front of the abbot. After a quick bow, she says, “Master! A ...