The Balkan War; A Bosnian Perspective

    “A lot can happen in a minute, like grenades, so you live moment to moment,” Al tells me. It’s difficult not to appreciate the sentiment; he still carries the wounds from being shredded, on two different occasions, by shrapnel whilst fighting in Sarajevo during the Balkan War of the early 90s. These were … Continue reading The Balkan War; A Bosnian Perspective

Idiotsyncratic

We try, as a general rule, to keep the vibes positive and fuelled by love, but it’s not always a mutual affection ejaculation; suffice to say there are plenty of dickheads, too. Idiot semantics, idiotsyncrasies, idiots idioms, here goes; a series of anecdotes and stereotypes detailing a spectrum of individuals I only want to meet … Continue reading Idiotsyncratic

Hitchhiking in Taiwan; If Dudley Spoke the Queen’s

Dudley overtakes the lorry with relish, scything through the thinnest of gaps. In the back of the battered people-carrier, caged pigeons sing uselessly defiant prisoner songs with panicked haste, though our human interpretation is merely a cacophony of squawking. In the footwells, an accumulation of snacks scramble from left to right, a wealth of dubious … Continue reading Hitchhiking in Taiwan; If Dudley Spoke the Queen’s

Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part Two

Link to Part One Most of my romantic life is comprised of heartache over my own shortcomings; contriving situations whereby a girl who loves me is pushed away. I hide from them, leave them alone in the relationship, and only later come to comprehend how much I care. At this point, I find myself surprised … Continue reading Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part Two

Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part One

“The last light is a great time for a first kiss,” I say, surprised by how deliberate my gaze is. The Philippine sunset provides a lazy contrast to the iridescent revelry on the boat we’re sitting at the side of, a faded pink, purple and orange concoction, the sporadic grey clouds like plumes of smoke … Continue reading Revolving Doors & Paramours / Part One

Known, Knowing; A Spectrum Of You & Other Inspirations

I’m in an ethnic lounge bar in Armenia as the Syrian refugee beside me, Niz, explains how he was at the shops when his home collapsed, killing his brother, just two months earlier. A barrel bomb, its origins still unknown, was the culprit. His voice is steady, his tone sadly acceptant of the tragedy, the … Continue reading Known, Knowing; A Spectrum Of You & Other Inspirations

The Chaos & The Beauty; The Cash Crisis, A Kidnapping Evasion and Other Indian Contradictions

It’s 4.a.m when the iron shutters lining a dark alleyway are pulled up. The taxi driver and his associate usher me inside and pull the shutter down behind me. Inside, a black money market is operating, a few shady men lit up by the dim glow of computer screens where green letters and numbers fly … Continue reading The Chaos & The Beauty; The Cash Crisis, A Kidnapping Evasion and Other Indian Contradictions