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• A day in the life of Charlie Marlow

  Did Marlow passed this way? Did he see this? It must have been different, though. But I don’t think so, I don’t think he passed. Ambroise says that just after Kisangani…

  Jul 25, 2008

   

• There and Other Stories

    I wasn’t expecting too much from this assignment, and that is probably why it turned as dull as it seemed to me at the time. Of course I partly chose it that way, i…

  Jun 29, 2008

   

• Sunset lights on the Mozambique coast

    No words need to flow amid the silent gathering of shadows before us, as the sun warms our backs and bodies shiver out an unspoken pleasure. Three figures on the s…

  Jun 21, 2008

   

• Pick-up Vegetables

    Play in one act. The facts take place on the last floor of a three-storey too-much-angled building in a dusty, torrid afternoon in Khartoum, Sudan. About 75% of the c…

  Jun 06, 2008

   

• A dry season (…or, Song inspired by a boy humming as he walks along the bank of a dry riverbed in West Darfur)

    As I walk alone down the river Is it a river with no crying? ...in the peak of the dry season, with no cloud smearing the sky.   Blood is flowing slowly down the rive…

  Jun 05, 2008

   

• Know That I Miss You

  It’s a three-hour trip from the capital of the western state, where we’re based, and the biggest IDP camp of the region, 70,000 souls, some figures claim. Once again I…

  May 23, 2008

   

• ...and in colours

  I fell in love last night. That I can really feel, I guess it’s not easy to be mistaken in such matters. He’s cute, his brown eyes are so deep and mesmerizing, and at t…

  May 19, 2008

   

• Thought and Conviction

  He never knew this could be a job. But he was happy with himself, he’d been improving a lot in his understanding of the whole thing, and felt proud in this respect. His…

  May 15, 2008

   

• And I'll Cry For The Open Road

  As if I wandered, walking the roads open that guide my feet towards the bare hill, I chase the shadows driven by the low skies and the dry sun, right to the top, where…

  Apr 30, 2008

   

• The Eyes of Elsa

  The eyes of Elsa just glimpse at me, the first moment we meet. The room is big and lit by candles, since the host wanted to create an atmosphere of sort. In this murky…

  Apr 18, 2008