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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