Nobody is simply waiting for the scraps of attention that somebody might toss her way. Leftover pieces of affection that she can scrape from the dirt and call her own.
Tag: Eastern Europe
when death blinked first – Thursday thoughts
Live this way and you die fighting. Doubt that truth? One word .. Judas.
die here or go on … the cry of Afghanistan
Because that war over there is changing my life here.
dear john – no trespassing
Dear John. I arrived at the rescue house last night and it was full of girls, like me. Some older. Some younger. But, all of them wear the 'for sale' sign in their eyes. We don't shed our price tags easily. You never asked me how old I am. 15. Do you remember 15? [...]
let’s ROAR
The tummy-tug rush of the sky scraper escalators whirls and twirls as I descend into the stomach of the Kalvin Ter metro in Budapest. I always breathe in and wait for the sensual recognition that free surfing the underground brings. I learned it first in Moscow and my mind returns to those turbulent days. For [...]
humans and their necks
“For some, war leaves no choice; for others it makes choosing a must. A small gesture can yield irreversible consequences. It can either save a life or ruin it.” (A quote from the Schindler museum) I am angry in Krakow. Always. Angrier than a Christian should be. Angry like I could punch someone. Ball up [...]
lazarus and one world
I saw Lazarus do a HAPPY stride like Pharell Williams last night in front of a One World television while the World Cup captivated a room full of strangers. I saw him eat a bar of dark chocolate with a bowl full of fruit this morning. He was Asian. I think I am starting to [...]
lazarus stopped dancing
Just when we thought that missioning was all fairytale adventures and warm fuzzy feelings, reality reminds us that there is another side. The character of this breaking-in kingdom, this good story, this freedom tale is humility. But, like most worthwhile things, it comes with a price. Humility is not free, you see. This reality cuts, [...]
when we have faces – Croatia in Focus
It is a rainy afternoon and I am snapping photos from a little golf cart that tours Krakow, Poland. It has no sides but still shares the busy, traffic-jammed streets with real vehicles, leaving me with a feeling of vulnerability. I shiver and grasp my camera securely. The spring rain still has the bite of winter [...]
no entry
It begins where many of us would simply not dare to live. It begins with centuries of violence and disputes over political lines and ancient religious differences and deep-seated ethnic divisions. It begins with death on both sides of a border. And a breakaway republic that bravely declares itself its own, regardless of who may [...]
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