“One Moroccan mint tea, please.” “Of course, sir.” The waiter throws at me a slight, formal smile and puts away the small notepad without writing down anything. A slight wave of doubt hits me. Moroccan mint tea in the capital of Saudi. Am I just being a cultural trashcan and basically ordering a Wiener Schnitzel in […]
Month: April 2017
Day five, part I. Tea droplets and dancing shadows.
And my poem is my silence. Jean-Pierre Simeón, This Is a Poem That Heals Fish The morning started with the train-lady standing next to me, relentlessly poking me in my left shoulder and telling me to wake up. It was still dark outside. No birches were visible, only the constant shaking and sound of train […]