Svetlana

She can’t remember much of her childhood, a life spent travelling from town to provincial town, her parents picking up jobs where they could until something, as it inevitably did, went wrong. She tries not to remember the shouting and yelling, the men fighting, the women cursing, the pointing, the stares, the hasty packing of…Continue reading Svetlana

Random Thoughts

When the train driver keeps us informed of why our train has stopped and how long it will be before it starts again, I don’t mind at all. When leaving the train, I actually felt sorry for the little bug that was trying to get out through the glass because I knew it’ll die on…Continue reading Random Thoughts