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Nov.24.2013
My sister and I first met nine years ago.  Half-sisters, technically.  Just two of the numerous offspring scattered around Europe by a father who was – it would appear – irresistible to women.   V. and I studied each-other across the table of a bistrot off Regent Street. ...
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Nov.10.2013
I don’t like poetry.  There.  I’ve said it.  Go ahead and tell me that’s as bad as not liking children or animals – or art.  Well, I like most children. I love animals. As for art, I like it – as long as it’s Art – and not an attempt to make lots of money by the...
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Oct.27.2013
“Some people are saying it could be the worst hurricane since 1987,” my friend said to me, yesterday, in response to my blasé attitude.  That’s when I sat up and took notice.  Until that point, I confess, weather warnings and news reports had somehow failed to drive the point home....
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Oct.20.2013
It had lain in its case, on top of the CDs, since I moved here last April.  Occasionally, I would pick it up and blow the dust off the black cloth case, but never open it, even though I longed to.     You see, two of my flatmates are professional musicians.  A flautist and a...
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Oct.06.2013
VIP transport was arranged for her relocation from Ukraine.  Her immediate members of staff, had moved to London ahead of her to get everything ready.  The flat, in a quiet, tree-lined street, was furnished; the fridge was stocked with her favourite delicacies, and shelves filled with...
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Sep.22.2013
  “The whole N. family is coming for an impromptu lunch at three o’clock,” says my friend L.  “Why don’t you come, too?”   I know N.’s family.  An artistic painter father, a philosophical mathematician mother, and a  polyglot, poly-talented daughter who could reason...
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Sep.08.2013
I asked to have my latte at my usual small round table just outside the door, on the step above the pavement, while the weather still allows it.  Soon, it will be too cold or too wet, and I will relocate to a table indoors, and watch life parade along Wimbledon Village High Street...
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Sep.01.2013
Let me speak to you about rivers*. The sea is the protagonist of plays, symphonies and operas.  The sea is a power than can break man, and man has wrestled with the sea, trying to tame it, since the dawn of times.  The sea is a force to be reckoned with.  It is a world in its own...
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Aug.25.2013
My friend C. has a sticker on her vehicle, which says, “My other car is a broom”.  She keeps it by the back door, ready to sweep out dust and other unwanted dirt.  To keep the house clean from unpleasant thoughts.  Clear of prejudice, sorrow and fear.  “We cannot afford the...
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Aug.18.2013
One of my favourite operas – if not my actual favourite – is Turandot.  Inspired by the Persian fairy tale Turan-Dokht, it was Giacomo Puccini’s swansong, left unfinished at his death and completed by Franco Alfano. There is something profoundly different about ...