After a few days of the incredible journey on the famous Adriatic Highway stretching…
I try to recall what it feels like. To bypass the cloistered memory of old trees into the howl of a seaward wind.
It’s a funny thing to learn about your own people from something a white man has written…
Start with Part 1, and read a short synopsis of the original book.
That was the first time we kissed, eyes closed in desperation. I’d waited for this day since the night…
(This conversation is incomplete)