A New Zealand expat in Poznan discovers the story of five countrymen buried far from home. First published in New Zealand Memories, Issue 134. It feels like the island weather…
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Walking across the border from Slovakia into Poland felt like crossing into Narnia. The bridge that connects the two countries was covered in snow, surrounded by white mountains and frost…
My friend paused, holding the small bottle in his hand. It was dark, and for a moment the streets of Kunming seemed to grow silent. The cars stopped honking. The…
30.1 million people – greater than the population of New Zealand, Australia and Scotland combined. A city of skyscrapers erupting chaotically out of cloud strewn mountains like fungus on a…
Kiev’s metro makes little sense. Below the main railway station commuters are funneled through an impossible labyrinth of white concrete tunnels, ending in a junction where you are forced to…
Western brands in the polished white shopping mall vanish as you exit, take the escalator, and find yourself in Poznan’s grey, sooty train station. Down another escalator, outside and across…
The following events took place at the airport of an affluent city on the east coast of the USA. To protect the privacy of the individuals involved, I will not…
He was sitting at the table chatting to my friend when I came back from the bathroom. Dressed like a rock star, perfectly coiffed hair, contoured beard, a stud in…
Pause at an intersection to check directions to Almaty railway station. A young man approaches, his thin face shiny with sweat. He goes to speak and his eyeballs swim in…
The sweaty grip of another border crossing. Azerbaijan at our backs, watchtowers among the trees. We’re waved through a gate, and park in a small hanger. Officials stroll to and…
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