My himalayan soul
The day little stones started to come out of the tab in my triangular Delhi flat I knew I was moving for good. That year monsoon never came. The city …
Baluchistan
When I mention Baluchistan, there are two main reactions. The first is having no clue what I am talking about. It makes us think about the Silk Road, something very …
Nations 365
For a year now, I have been going every day to the Place des Nations, in Geneva’s shiny International Organisations district. Twenty years ago, I was passing in front of …
