Category Archives: Fiction

This is a great article, well worth the 5′ read; not only for the sake of nostalgia, but also as a valuable reference for many social (not just musical) events nowadays: . . Who was to say, barely a week … Continue reading →

‘This took place in the bar Venecia. Go and ask anyone; ask around what happened in that bar; they’ll tell you. Those were the times when everything was unsettled here, and we had a bomb warning every week somewhere. You … Continue reading →

. Anonymous reader: would you stop by  and make me company for just a little while? Look: I can’t help hearing a voice inside me, that is talking to her all the time, pushing its way through my thoughts to … Continue reading →

“One of the school-board’s favourite questions that were randomly put to us at the classes during the Soviet times was: ‘what is the purpose of the theory of two enemies?’ And depending on the answer we provided, our parents could be arrested … Continue reading →

. During my last stay in Warsaw, Ela, my 77 y.o. lovely host, told me a number of fascinating stories about the WWII, the German occupation and the ulterior (and much worse) soviet domination. Here’s a little example: After the … Continue reading →

. It’s a chill and sunny November morning of a slavic capital. His gloved hands seeking for shelter in the pockets of the worn-out coat, the man wanders along the wide avenues of magnificent Stalinist architecture, his head hanging down, … Continue reading →

. He comes back in and, on closing the door, shows me a glossy purple neckerchief that he produces from his pocket, and a small parcel wrapped in the paper of the same shop whose numbered perfume he likes me to … Continue reading →