Posted Dec 8, 2011 in Events
The Legend of Christmukah
He was a dashing young lad, a chimney sweep of no more than twenty or so. She was a rich Jewish widow of glorious beauty, a lonely woman of almost forty. London brought them together on a mild December day when snowflakes the size of babies’ hands were gently gliding down from heaven. The young boy was roaming the streets with his...
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Fleur de Montagne
My dad and I had just come off the Piatra Craiului. We had set off the day...
Posted Sep 25, 2011
Just for Jokes (Part IV)
In RO, we laugh at death – that’s when we’re not crying or...
Posted Sep 4, 2011
The Exorcist (Part One)
Chemma is poison the first time you try it. Well, actually, it’s always...
Posted Aug 21, 2011
An Ephemeral Slice of Love
Rachid and his mom had left for Montreal the day before, and I was now living ...
Posted Aug 7, 2011
Just for Jokes (part III)
I think it’s just about time for some more Romanian humor. Also, some...
Posted Jul 24, 2011
Uptown Dutty Livity
I was driving down Goyer Street this one day in April, on my way to the ...
Shabeel
Born and raised in Bucharest, Romania, I came to Canada when I was fourteen. I have been looking for a place to call home ever since. My home is the ship, the car, the plane, the horse’s back…you get the picture. I like to think of myself as a modern wandering bard, telling musical stories about the beautiful little things I’ve witnessed in my journey through life.
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