The Right Door

Each time I go abroad I get this powerful longing to never return to my regular life. But I always go back. It happened again, but this time was different. I felt the most solid sense of home in Croatia and, in part, this is because it's where my family comes from. I grew up immersed in the culture and most of my family still lives in the capital city, …

But I don’t want it to be over!

The image is so vivid in my mind that I was certain we had a photo of it. The photo, however, doesn't exist. It looked like this... We were standing in Suvarnabhumi Airport departure gate, on an early February morning, sheltered from the scorching 40-degree heat under air-conditioned glass archways. My head in my hands, elbows …

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