The familiar sea

The familiar sea

After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me thru the well-known old streets to the beach, where I could feel the mediterranean sea kissing my...
Ten euros and some cents

Ten euros and some cents

It was getting late. People passed by without stopping to listen or notice him, although he was a good player. Thomas gave up for the day. He picked up the shoebox containing the earnings of the day: ten euros and some cents. Not enough to feed his children. He was...
Three songs

Three songs

The sound of an old Croatian song my father used to sing to my mother brings tears to my eyes even today. It’s a love song with a delicate melody and poetic words I can’t translate titled Good Evening, Marvelous. My dad had a fine tenor voice and loved to...
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