The king of the mountain
Bob always had to be the first to get to the top. So he disappeared, running up through the wooden scale. Soon we heard him yell in horror and saw
The familiar sea
After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me
The secret life
Maja arrived home sad and tired. Tom was worried. They just had buried her dad, and she was devastated. She had always been daddy’s girl. The one who followed his
The sad interview
-You’re gonna nail it, Kathy! Said Marcus. -Are you sure this is a good idea? answered her nervously. -You’re gonna have a job interview with the most significant publisher in
Attila the Hun
-Look at this room. What have you been doing? You’re like Attila the Hun! -Who’s Attila? -You kids don’t know any history? -A second, grandma. Mark worked at the speed
A Croatian Christmas song
Here I leave you a Musical Christmas Card. It’s a traditional Croatian carol we used to sing every Christmas Eve after midnight Mass. It is a lullaby to the child
First Christmas exiled
Christmas is coming. A time full of poetry. My parents spent 12 years forcefully separated because of the persecution against Catholics by the communists in Eastern Europe. When they reunited
The last parcel
Every Sunday, the same story: go to Uncle Marty’s cabin to pick up a small packet for dad before dinner. Why me? Tommy could do it. Or dad. Isn’t the
The test
A new TV station was opening its headquarters in Matt’s city. He immediately filed his CV, hoping for an opportunity to get a job as a reporter. There were tons