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Month: July 2008
So where was I? About to be dislodged in Kreuzberg, I think. Of course I don’t remember much at this far remove, but walking down the Kreuzberg street to get to Chez Gert und Laura was quite pleasant: lots of three, four storey houses a couple of centuries old, which gave the neighbourhood the kind […]
I’d already summarised my sojourn in Berlin as a timeline and a report. Having left it for so long, the experience is awash and faded enough that I can get away with just one more posting about it. A long posting, with pictures. And some ill-founded cultural critiques. [EDIT: Crap. I have only one post’s […]
In my latest unrehearsed role, I found myself on Friday in possession of a house. In fact, I wasn’t even in town when it happened. (I was away in Sydney on business. And no, I don’t end up owning a house every time I’m away on business.) The role is still quite unreal to me; […]
OK, one anecdote while I’m still shifting back to my normal, antipodean, boring lifestyle. Remember gueuze? I had, as you’ll recollect, formed an unhealthy attachment to this most excellent of lambics when I was in Brussels. On the evening of July 9, I was back in Brussels from Athens, in order to fly out the […]
Yes, yes, I’m back in town. And in the shift from 40° heat to 7°, I’ve managed to get first jet-lagged, then a cold, while being pretty deluged at work. Plus I crashed on return, psychologically as well as physically: the house looked pretty small, after the whole of England was my bailiwick. I have […]
Just updating people that I am now in Honk Kong airport, rather sleepless but (unconfirmed reports indicate) still alive. Back in something resembling action sometime in the next 48 hours.
Am leaving Greece (possibly in half an hour, possibly not) for Flanders. It’s been up and down; but yes, there have been good bits. More news when I have more time. Once again.
You’ll have noticed I’ve been offline for a little while. I was cooped up in my ancestral village, and am now in Sitia town, where I stayed as a kid: 1981 through 1983. Needless to say—but it’s still a shock when you realise it (again): this is not my town. This is not my culture, […]
Just letting my avid readers know that I’m in transit from Athens to Sitia. I have a spare minute to update the blog, because the transit involved Olympic Airways (yes, it’s coming), and I was put on the Olympic bus to the 08:35 flight (wait for it) only to be taken off it ten minutes […]
I had a morning catch up with my friend George Baloglou, who comes back to Salonica twice a year these days. It was going to be an altogether more philological morning than the preceding night. The philology started with me going berserk with photos of the Kamara, “The Arch” — better known as the Arch […]