She may have passed away a long time ago, the elderly lady who taught me how to pronounce “refrigerator” with an American accent. I wonder if she could hear my whispers, the unspoken words. Continue reading “The Elderly Lady With An American Accent”
Author: Isabelle
Content writer / editor & Language advisor
The Young Man
It was a warm and beautiful summer afternoon. I remember it so well. I was wandering along the narrow streets in Lübeck, a northern German city.
The glow of the sunset fell lightly on the colourful high windows of St. Mary’s Church. The small round iron tables outside a vintage café looked familiar. Weren’t they of the same style of those portrayed in Van Gogh’s Café Terrace at Night?
A brief encounter
“Are you Japanese?” I raised my eyes from the book I was reading and looked at her, an aged woman with thin grey hair and deep lines on her face. Her light-blue eyes looked kind, apparently.
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The crescent moon
Kappa Art Gallery was my retreat in Potos, a small coastal village in Thassos, Greece. Paintings, sculptures, woodcuts, jewellery were arranged side by side. Such an eclectic mix of mediums, yet so harmonious.
The Aegean Sea
I went on a treasure hunt in the blue-turquoise Aegean Sea.
Neither for diamonds, nor for gold coins left by the pirates.
I longed to bring with me a cream white shell to my home in the far north.
The lost ring
I don’t own a jewellery box, and haven’t had the desire to acquire one. Not yet.
“If you were left on a deserted island for a month, what would you bring with you?” The little prince looks at me. Continue reading “The lost ring”
Tricks
“I’ll die“, said Robin, “I’ll die if they don’t have that dress ready.”
Tricks, from Alice Munro´s collection Runaway, opens with Robin´s rather dramatic announcement, which immediately draws the reader´s attention to the item, “that dress”.
