The Eagle and the Phoenix Jennifer Carr USA What was once the sulfuric taste of mortar blasts or the iron tint of blood has become the taste of red peppers. Cigarette smoke has replaced burning diesel. Once-refugees are instead Kosovar exports in the form of football...
On Cultural Identity and the Caucasus Shriya Malhotra India There was a heaviness in Tbilisi, that of a national past weighing on the present in an unresolved way. Conflicted memories of Georgia’s history – of being a part of the USSR, the subsequent collapse...
Lost and Found in St Margaret’s Hope Laura Bissell United Kingdom-Scotland A silver acorn attached to a pocket watch, Pict skeletons under the floorboards, an ornate façade covering a concrete bunker, the tweeting from inner walls where birds are nesting, two journeys...
Lost in an Empty Land Kevan Manwaring United Kingdom-Scotland As an artist-writer adapting Paul Klee’s approach of ‘taking a line for a walk’, I like to lose myself in a landscape. Foot becomes pen; path becomes page. I find that this process occurs most often on...
A Walk Among Signs: Berlin’s Places of Remembrance Giulia Pines USA The German verb erinnern was always one of the hardest for me to master. First there were its multiple syllables, without a hint as to which to emphasise. Then there was the reflexive pronoun and the...
