I’d thought there’d be no winter in the desert, but winter arrived anyway—silently, suddenly.
Mongkol, poor Mongkol, shedding tears.Thinking of his smiling, comical face, and his dreams of sending his son to university, I could only lower my head in silence.And the night continued, cold and da...
The four of us got back into the car. In an instant, I distinctly heard a “soundless music”. It was the melody of friendship, the sound of a perfectly tuned quartet who got together by chance, four he...
I remember clearly the afternoon that she stood at the corner beside the door of the tourist centre in Gdansk.
