Memoirs
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Buried In Splendid Company
I’m running out of space. Old and new books accumulate around the floor of my study, unruly stacks that threaten to tumble and destroy my world. In desperate need of shelf space, for there’s nowhere else I can squeeze more bookshelves, I sort out books in heaps to disperse among the local library, the book Continue reading
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Dictatorship Where?
The shock retrieved my memories of armoured trucks, cars and military personnel patrolling public spaces and residential areas. Tanks stood at road intersections surrounded by armed soldiers in times of relative peace. It was Brazil during the old dictatorship. And it was America, 2025. Mine was a bitter smile, “ They’re using their manual Continue reading
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English as He/She/It/They is Spoke
11 minutes’ read I was a devoted student in the early days of my English language learning adventure. So much so that, as a teen, I managed to gather a few like-minded colleagues and we embarked on a frenzy of extra-activity translations. We translated words and expressions directly, searching in musty dictionaries and demanding attention Continue reading
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The Antimatter Wedding Anniversary
In reality, it’s called the Golden Anniversary, and I can’t imagine why. Half a century together deserves to be likened, if at all, to a substance more valuable than gold or merely golden. But do bring out gold coloured tat: balloon arches, ribbons and giant bows, dainty plastic forks and spoons, sparkly cakes, streamers, sequin Continue reading
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Remembrance of Parties Past
All parties are outstanding, but some are more than others for all the right (or wrong) reasons. Once in a while, something triggers a specific memory, and I hurtle into long-past moments. And sometimes I don’t even need to attend a party to have all the joy of being present. Chilli & Balinese Dancers Bachelor Continue reading
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The Queen of the Road to Bali
My mother’s whisper from Brasília reached me through the crackling phone line in Jakarta, “You’re doing what?” “Going to Bali by bus. “Are you out of money, out of mind, or both?” “We want to see all of Java, the north coast, and take the ferry, Java Sea! A truly wonderful trip.” “I see Continue reading
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