“Soon the whole fading plain is covered with them and on the other side of the street lie nothing but graves, and dark, veiled women who bustle amongst the dead in shapes of grief.” TravelTravel WritingTravelingTravelling AloneEvocative Language Book:Morte na Pérsia Source: Morte na Pérsia
“In the first hour of the new day, in the cold, strong wind that already reaches our native shores, yes, in this one moment of eternally returning regret I realise: what staggers us, over and over again, is the morning splendour of departure!” AfghanistanTravel WritingArrivalsSwissWomen WritersDeparturesEvocative LanguageAdenSuez Canal Book:All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey Source: All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey