Natty’s Christmas star
-Where is Daddy? Natty’s Mom looked at her big green eyes, trying to find the right words. -He had to go on a long trip, very far away. -But he
Tom
He was one of the best persons I have met. Always in good spirits, willing to help, caring about everybody. He was my cousin. Because I was born in exile,
Arrival on the Orient Express
After twelve years apart, persecuted by communists, my parents finally managed to get together in Munich in 1956. My mom boarded the Orient Express in Zagreb, Croatia, then under communist
On the screen (fiction)
We are often alone. Our children looked for a new life in the big city. They got married, and we have ten grandchildren. The youngest is just ten months old.
I couldn’t say Goodbye
My mom had a stroke and spent four years paralysed. I spent much time with her, trying to alleviate her suffering. It was exhausting and wonderful at the same time
Sailing on the bay
So strange! All my body was sweating, despite I was in the open air, sailing with my dad on a beautiful bay. The small boat swayed in the waves. All
Unorthodox
My father was a teacher at the Journalism school of Navarre’s University in Spain from 1960 to 1992. I studied in that school and attended his classes, but I couldn’t
Dignity in the face of danger
During WWII, my dad was on a train when a communist guerrilla bombed the tracks. They killed many passengers and took the survivors as prisoners. My dad was an independent
Flashback September 25: My hero
I wrote this post September 25th 2014 to answer a WordPress prompt that asked who was my hero when I was five and if my vision of that person had