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- Eggs are not possible
Posted by under scrutiny | October 28th 2008
“Yes, what you like?” asks the restaurant owner. Or perhaps he is not the owner. He just happens to be in the restaurant. “Omelette and… - The Saffron Man
Posted by under scrutiny | October 7th 2008 | 2 comments
I am buying saffron from the Saffron Man. The Saffron Man has a tin about the size of an encyclopaedia , stuffed full of saffron… - Sleep is better
Posted by under scrutiny | September 26th 2008
Past glories are remembered here. I am shown a delicate china plate, flower-patterned, from the days of the British Raj. Only this and some teacups… - We are human
Posted by under scrutiny | September 12th 2008 | 7 comments
I saw these two environmental signs in India. It makes me proud to be human. - Traditions of the caste
Posted by under scrutiny | August 14th 2008
The soldier - khaki uniform, rifle, four-foot bamboo cane - searches bags at the entrance to the Delhi metro. He does not actually search them,… - The Magical Sack
Posted by under scrutiny | August 12th 2008 | 1 comment
“Drum?” asks the man, pulling out a drum. “No drum, thanks,” I say. “Pipe for smoke?” “No pipe, don’t smoke.” “Snake-charmer flute?” He has one… - The Nigerian
Posted by under scrutiny | August 10th 2008
“Which church you are?” asks the flat-faced Nigerian who has decided to sit opposite me. “No church,” I say, “I’m an atheist.” “But you have… - The Ear-Cleaning Men
Posted by under scrutiny | August 9th 2008 | 5 comments
The ear-cleaning men pursue me through the park. I am being pursued by ear-cleaning men. They have showed me faded photographs of young Westerners like… - Too Much Peace
Posted by under scrutiny | July 25th 2008 | 1 comment
The tour guide tells me of the beauty of Kashmir. “Too much peace. Too much paradise. Too many mountains.” He uses “too much” as a… - I become the sikh
Posted by under scrutiny | July 22nd 2008 | 3 comments
I sit between the window and a girl from Bombay. She is leaving behind her boyfriend, who lives in England, to resume work for an… - Leaving Plaza de Paco
Posted by under scrutiny | December 7th 2007 | 1 comment
After a day across red fields and green- toothed mountains devouring themselves – the bullfighter flung by the bull I dreamed and a night on… - ‘You wanna play?’
Posted by salman hushdie | November 10th 2007 | 5 comments
This is a true story of something that happened to me and Rowetta Onions when we were on holiday in Lisbon. Note, there is strong language throughout. Do not let children read this, as they may be offended or worse, may start to cry. Thank You.