Dad and a Camel

It was a wet March, with wet trees, wet streets, wet socks in wet sneakers. We walked around the alleyways of Aleppo, among people with umbrellas,...

Sausage for a Stovepipe

We strolled around Kisach, a Slovak village near Novi Sad. In order to eat our ice creams thoroughly and with due attention, we sat on a wooden...