Drifting into the arena of the unwell
In Kutaisi, The Expert introduced me to the British comedy Withnail and I, as he thought it was a great depiction of what life in Kutaisi was like. The two of u...
Author: how_sven
Pristina Friends
I spent about ten days recently in Pristina, Kosovo, visiting one friend and making a few new ones. My first acquaintance was a stray puppy hanging out by the d...
Patterns of Darkness and Light
Last year, on the summer solstice, my parents flew home from Istanbul. On the day of the year with the most light. It had been a good trip for them. They were o...
A few more thoughts on Objects
Sitting on a park bench in the shade near Tunel, in Istanbul, finishing Pamuk’s Museum of Innocence and visiting the site where it is still being finished...
Rambling thoughts
I’ve been thinking for a while about the age of facebook. The world of status updates, relationship statuses, of tagging photos, and the world of “bar pho...
Weekend on the road
There was a gathering in Tbilisi a few days ago, as one of the volunteers had a birthday and his girlfriend wished to throw him a surprise dinner for Saturday n...
Lost in Translation
It’s odd living in a place where extremely few people speak English. I’ve spent a lot of time in Eastern European countries, but there, many people ...
The Old Apartment
There’s a building next to the school I work in that is, like many of the buildings here, just a skeleton. There are quite a few buildings around here tha...
Adventures with the Nightwatchmen
A few weeks ago, the Expert and I, tired of sitting in the dormitory all day, decided we’d head across the street to the khinkali restaurant, or as weR...
Express Mail
I’ve found that one of the most common things that people who travel a lot complain about (or share in laughter over the frustration) is experiences in th...