Monday, 24 June 2013



my husband the foreigner licks his fingers eats his own snot speaks many languages says he cares for me doesn't want to see me go again to the land of our Great Leader


Thursday, 13 June 2013


She wanders around her new neighbourhood.
 The houses, the pavements, the trees, the sounds 
  surrendering their secrets.
 She walks for hours
 she does not want to stop.

Monday, 10 June 2013


Never thought she was going to live here for so long. It started as a refuge, it is now home. 

Saturday, 8 June 2013

her father

Her father left home when she was five. He took with him the cat and the lamp. She remembers him walking down the street, the cat startled and the lamp hanging from his shoulder bag. He was whistling 'Singing in the Rain'.

Thursday, 6 June 2013

There is no shelter

There is no shelter, no clemency, no respite, the sirens ululate day and night. The river swollen with corpses vomits its cargo in the sea. She never said goodbye.

Tuesday, 4 June 2013


" Lalalalalalalalalala, I just can't get you out of my head", our neghbour listens to Kylie Minogue every morning during summertime. She says it's her pacifier.



Sunday, 2 June 2013


Sometimes, just sometimes there is a brief opening, lights comes through and the world falls into silence. In the park, she mumbles through her books.