... I listened to his Syrian Arabic as it flowed gentle from his lips and commented the pieces on show, mingling in family memories or tales passed on by word of mouth. On an independent visit I would have ...
... a humanitarian perspective. I remembered an elderly neighbour sharing her sorrowful memories to me. She was just 9 years old when her brother returned on furlough before being sent to Russia. Smiling and ...
... after the gruelling "davaj marches", named after the repeated Russian command to "move forward". The memories of a local witness were recorded in a fragment translated into broken Italian, which nevertheless ...
... I only have my memories and those letters to remind me of her and of the Caribbean island.
Back down on earth from daydreaming, I focused on the envelope I was still holding in my hands. My friend had ...
... maybe conclude without mystification that time had idealised our memories, or appreciate the changes that the place has undergone. Nothing ever stays the same over time, not even the mountains. Observing ...
... Tunisian summer when the cool air was the prerogative of only the early morning hours. And many more memories flurried across his mind only if he followed the thread of his subsequent journeys, the hours ...
... dated to when I was 16, so I needed a brush-up for my memories. I couldn’t but start from revising the general layout of the city before giving myself up to more specific goals.
In front of the Parliament ...
... out more about my grandfather Emanuele, of whom I only have faded memories.
My informant was to be my father’s sister, the only living member of the family that I know. I sent her a scan of the old photo, ...
... by olive oil.
I have fond memories of a breakfast sitting on a stool in a farmhouse courtyard around Tartus. In the crisp January air I was given delicious orange juice and crushed boiled eggs sprinkled ...
As I was having lunch today, I was struck by a fleeting thought, so cursory that I couldn’t pin it down. It sparked a chain of memories, reminding me of a dream I had last night. These are indeed productive ...
... I didn’t bother to unravel the threads of memories and get too analytical. What’s important, is that it all merged into the most pleasant sensation of beauty and recovered past.
I saw myself flying again ...
As I was crawling up and down the lane during my weekly training, I realised how many moments of my life have been marked by this swimming-pool.
This sports centre, comprising two indoor and three outdoor ...
... memories, one lays completely under the spell of a daydream. I was recently caught in one of these situations and the memory evoked was not just a fond one, but also conjured up by a funny set of circumstances ...
... in the full morning light. They say one should never go back to a place one liked, in order not to compare the nice memories of the first time with impressions that could not be up to them. It may be sensible ...
... to visit. I can smell an intense odour of pine resin along the highway, that stirs up emotions tied to this country. They reach down to childhood memories, conjure up Greek myths born in this great common ...