Moved to Katrina Tears
Objects have a life of their own. That’s what a Croat friend of mine believes and what I have always found difficult to image. But on Monday, everything changed. I was on a tour of the hurricane...
View ArticleA Surreal Afternoon at the Lake
Have you ever cried under water? What was meant to be a lovely afternoon on the shores of an Italian lake turned into one of the most unsettling experiences of my life. The strange feeling started when...
View ArticlePrague Memories
I was trying not to fall from a bar stool in San Francisco’s Castro district after a series of cucumber martinis, when my friend Steven asked me why I had not written about my years in Prague. It would...
View ArticlePrague Memories to Forget
According to an old Prague legend, Emperor Franz Josef used to take walks on the Charles Bridge late at night. His hand clasped behind his back, he would walk up and down trying to soothe the heaviness...
View ArticleLooking for Oblivion
The Russian models at Jack’s parties were getting younger and younger. Jack (not his real name) was a refugee. He had managed to escape to Prague from the wreckage of his American life and the many...
View ArticleSpooky story sourcing
Like most writers, I get inspired by the people I observe and the stories I hear. Nothing strange there. This is what most writers do. What spooks me is the way in which I seem to attract the people...
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