Frankfurt, 01 December 2015 We often associate travel with inconvenience. Crowds, delays and increasingly stringent security checks can indeed make for a poor experience. We put ourselves through it for … Continue reading The joys of travel
My family left Egypt in the early 1960s, after the trauma of the Suez Crisis and when life under President Gamal Abdel Nasser became untenable for some minorities, such as for my French-speaking, Christian Syrian and Lebanese grand-parents.
If you haven’t yet watched Sophie’s Choice, the movie adaptation of William Styron’s famous book, do so before you read on. Most of us cannot relate to Sophie’s life. It is plagued … Continue reading ‘Sophie’s choice’ is everyone’s story
Their first meeting had taken place in front of the Organization’s very own supermarket. There were a few tables there, where young soldiers entertained themselves with booze and cigarettes. You … Continue reading Goodbye, Salvatore
What places we fall in love with tells us a lot about who we are. But they tell us more, I think, about who we want to be: it is as though, when choosing to spend time somewhere, you indulge a certain fantasy about your future self. The place mirrors your inner longings. You hope its aura somehow leaves an imprint on you, guiding you towards your new, improved self.
Literature, however, presents a winning recipe. If poetry and novels should not be lumped into one category, they both, like mindfulness, are slow and deeply sensorial experiences. Good writing will enthrall through sounds and visuals, all playing out in one’s imaginary. In turn, the weight of the book – the soft feel of the paper and the rougher edges of the cover – and the smell of the pages engage the sense of touch.