An origin story beyond belief

When I was 12, I read a lot of books that kids read around that time. Mostly though, I read a lot of books that kids didn’t. I churned through the Celestine Prophecy series and anything by Richard Bach. I…

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Mentioning the war

Several years ago on a balcony in the sun, I asked a German friend about the war. We leaned back on deck chairs and coffee in hand, watching the morning traffic ride by in European streets below. The season’s…

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Don’t tell my mother about hanoi

When I flew into Hanoi in Vietnam for the first time, I was on edge. I’d just come from 4 days in Singapore, a giant city-island metropolis that felt more like a Western city specialising in satay, caste systems…

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Walking for Finland

I‘m clumsy.” “How clumsy? I mean, people are pretty clumsy in general.” “Yes. But I’m the most clumsy a clumsy person could possibly be.” “I don’t know about that.” “A few hours ago I was in the Qantas Lounge.…

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