I arrived in Antakya with my partner during Türkiye’s kurban bayramı, a week in the thick of summer that everyone takes off to celebrate Eid al-Adha. The city was sleepy and quiet, with heat rising up from the cobblestone streets. After a twelve-hour night bus from...
Photo by Sandy Wicks, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons In the weeks preceding my trip to Oslo, my father insisted I should go and see Freya. Our phone conversations kept returning to the unfortunate walrus, mirroring the ways in which she had ceaselessly returned...
Photo: lucarista / Shutterstock.com At the traffic light in front of the FAO in Rome, on a warm June night, a woman in a red FIAT 500 searches for a decent song on the radio and thinks about the grotesque date she’s just had. The man was expecting her to go to a hotel...
Photo: D. Ribeiro / Shutterstock.com Maya arranged it. ‘He’s your type,’ she said, as we ate lunch between classes in our favourite alcove where students never interrupt us. ‘What does that mean?’ I said, pushing my tray aside. I’d read an article that morning about...
Photo: Marco Crupi / Shutterstock.com 4.6 stars/ Open until 11:30pmAlms for Saint Anthony: I’ve lost my wallet three times in this city and it has always come back. Green leather clutch purchased in 2017 from a Coach outlet in New Orleans. The most recent time, I am...
Photo by Vitor Oliveira, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons 4.6 stars/ Closes at 22:00Antidote to burnout: Stop working. Tell your friends to stop working. Hold the sun between your index finger and thumb. Lick the salt off of chips. Stay up to watch the sunrise and...
