I fled Europe. exactly twenty four hours before Paris went into a full lockdown, I boarded a plane to Helsinki, then another to Osaka.
Read Morea report on my third week living in Paris: eating éclair in the park, hail storm weather, the beekeeper, the used bookshop owner, a contact improv class
Read Morea new life happens when the unfamiliar becomes known - not with the mind, but with the body. and with the heart.
Read MoreI'm writing to you from an Iranian cafe in Paris, a few blocks from where I live now. a friend told me that downstairs, there is the dance of the whirling dervishes, and that the grey-haired owner is a maestro of the Persian drum. I feel comfortable here — an immigrant in an immigrant's world.
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