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El Abuelo’s Ashes
Buenaventura Bravo’s main job during the Spanish Civil War was getting his goats out of the village and into the mountains. This was no top-secret mission, entrusted upon young ’Ventura…
An Immigrant’s Indonesia, a Generation Later
I have no other choice. Since the war ended, my life has been miserable. The communists have confiscated our house, our money, our belongings, everything. The 10 of us live…
Dating in the COVID Era
There is a kind of sexual urgency in the air since human touch became a scarcity. The prospect of a complete lockdown will see single people cooped up with nothing…
Debt, Depression and Desolation: Finding Rays of Light in a COVID Hotspot
Last night, we heard screaming. Tucked away in our apartment during quarantine, we wondered what people were doing outside clapping and yelling. Upon looking out the window, we could hear…
Worst Case Scenario: A Look Inside an Anxious Mind
The driver reaches out a hand to steady me as I stand up. I’m on a tiny boat that’s just left the beach of a tiny Malaysian island. We’ve come…
Not The Springtime We Expected
It’s 2pm on a Sunday in March and I’m sitting by the windowsill having my morning coffee. Ordinarily, my morning wouldn’t have started at 2pm, but time is different now…
Death in the Time of Corona
I was prepared for one of them to die. Before I left the UK to go travelling, I made a list of family members I would come home for if…
When I Reached the Top, My Lungs Stopped Working
I power up the dirt track on a rickety contraption of metal and gears. The path is bright orange in the dense jungle, a groove forged by other cyclists trying…
Lonely in a Sea of 8.9 Million
The groggy fog of your afternoon nap begins to dissipate. The thundery rumble of an ignored stomach calls you to action, and when the gnawing reaches fever pitch, you know…
So, Those Bushfires
Bundarra is a tiny little village about an hour from Armidale, which is an hour and a half from Tamworth, or nearly three from Coffs Harbour. By this point if…
I Lived and Worked in an Italian Monastery
I am not a religious person. I consider the existence of god with an agnostic shrug and struggle to understand the conservatism of my church-going acquaintances. Yet on a warm…
Peaches, (Potentially) Problematic Sex and a Murder Mystery in a London Airbnb
Jason*, our Hugh-Grant-lookalike Airbnb host, was prone to wild sporadic fits of weeping. It was the kind of animal uncontrollable wailing that you often hear in new wave Indie films…