Stories on the Move

This is sea, and you, flotsam, tossed, gorgeous reds over blues over earth I suppose it is in the nature of summer to be moved; perhaps...

‘Getting off the plane, I cannot wait to pick up my red suitcase (this time is the small one) and walk through the airport gates. I am...

‘Sitting on the bus, my mind wanders off and then suddenly, I am surprised to realize where I am (in this double-decker bus?): ‘I am in...

‘Suddenly, I was disorientated, a familiar feeling that had started haunting me occasionally after the beginning of my current job. It...

Where are you from? ‘There I was again, a delegate in an international conference, this time in Germany, socialising with fellow...

bear with us..this is a new project. Many more stories coming soon!