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The Land of the Rising Sun is also the Land of Many Faces.
Every time we go away together, I wonder if my husband is plotting to kill me.
In the first of his column for Litro, debut author Polis Loui
“You westerners! You have too much fear!” he said. “You need to let loose. You know, like the Indian way. Here we don’t worry. Here, no problem!”
In this part of the world there is a Dry season – during which I’m visiting – and a Wet season so severe that cyclones are regular visitors…
My mother led the way. A tiny lady, full of fire and gusto. She loved this: walking, telling stories, her son home for the holidays.
In Baghdad, there is a street that is famous for its many book shops and it’s named after the greatest Arab poet of all time, Al-Mutanabbi.
My first memory of Ecuador was the expansive hills which soared hundreds of feet above us on either side and followed us along the road after we left the airport.
At Shakespeare & Company in Paris, myths and legends reside quietly beside an ocean of books lining those fabled shelves.
My body resonated with the rhythm of the train, pushing me into my thin, questionable mattress. Old sweat sealed my skin to the fabric.