At a young age, Jackie was already doing things that seemed crazy to many of her friends from the neighborhood.
“12 times 9 is 108 Dad! I should get half that money. You’re tryin’ to tell me a story!” Little Billy shot back, already mimicking the brusque facial expressions and tone of his father.
Lviv is a beautiful city, full of soldiers on leave from the front. I can imagine soldiers from many past conflicts, enjoying their coffees and walks through the park
A cacophony of other drivers noisily followed suit. It was already dark, around 8pm on a school night. Jake felt bad for the parents on the block trying to put their kids to bed.
One of the men from the group on the steps approached the group waiting for the bus. He wore a dark brown leather Avirex jacket and Air Maxs, both surprisingly in good shape despite his financial situation.
On the newly constructed buildings that line Moscow’s wide avenues, there was a freshly painted mural recreating the historic photograph of Russian soldiers raising the Soviet flag over the Reichstag in Berlin.
We got on at City Hall station. I got off at Cecil B. around 8pm on Wednesday. The break dancing family was talking to me but you and I kept exchanging glances.
After three months of riding trains through, Berlin, Kraków, Kiev, Moscow, Yekaterinburg, Irkutsk, Ulaanbaatar, Beijing, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Philadelphia, all cities begin to dissolve into one place.
A few weeks ago a friend asked me for advice about running a freelance business. For years she had run large non-profit organisations, published books of her research and writing, and written op-ed’s for major newspapers like the New York Times. But now it was time for a change, time to go independent.
Each morning, James would make juice for himself. After hearing an ad for the device during a podcast, he decided to buy it on a whim. He liked waking up and seeing its polished aluminium body waiting on the kitchen countertop. The device resembled an artillery shell or an oversized bullet.