February 23, 2008 – Natalia A.

The light is softer, the streets are emptier, the cats are hypnotized. It’s a place you remember from childhood, even if you spent your childhood thousands of miles away. The gas-delivery service jingles down the street like an ice cream truck, playing “Für Elise” for the benefit of the ochre dust, for the sleeping oliveContinue reading “Very few things in life are more beautiful than Amman in the winter”