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Gammalt vin smakar bättre

Resan mellan den dagen jag föddes och nu har gått jättefort. Jag gick genom många krokiga och krångliga händelser. Men den viktigaste minne jag har om den första händelse i mitt liv – när jag föddes – är inte att

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En Resa till Rossön

Idag reste min kollega Aron och jag till Rossön. Vi skulle hamna i Rossön by efter vi körde genom Backe by. Vi körde fort de 10 km avstånd mellan de två byar för att hinna i tid till vårt bokade

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ጕዕዞ ናብ ሮሰን

ሎሚ፡ ምስ ኣሮን መሳርሕተይ ብስራሕ ናብ ሮሰን ገይሽና። ሮሰን እትበሃል ቁሸት፡ ባከ ንእትበሃል ቁሸት ረጊጽና ምስ ሓለፍና ኢና ክንብጽሓ ዝነበረና። ነቲ ኣብ መንጐአን ዘሎ ናይ ኣስታት 10 ኪ.ሜ. ፍልልይ፡ ቈጸራና ንምርካብ ብልዑል ፍጥነት እናተሓንበብና ኢና ሸፊናዮ። ኣብቲ ቅጥራን ከም ረጒድ

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Balcony Piece V

I thought I had put myself beyond the fence of control, yet I found myself rambling in the grips of suffocating ‘control’. The lingering thought about what I would write has enslaved me for far too long. I have known

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Balcony Piece IV

Most of the people in the metro train rushed out of the cool coach at Kashmere Gate where they always rush into the returning one. I have always pondered about Ezra Pound’s poem “In the Station of Metro” when the

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Balcony Piece III

Her perfume still in my nostrils as a hangover from strong liquor that begs for more has kept me up all night to welcome the dawn with its strong sprout sun as I take my tenth bath of the day

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Balcony Piece II

Despite the hot season, my feet in socks against mosquito attacks, I sat in my balcony for my morning study break ritual. Enjoying the fresh air, I laughed at the tiny creatures swarming around me unable to penetrate my protection

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Balcony Piece II

Despite the hot season, my feet in socks against mosquito attacks, I sat in my balcony for my morning study break ritual. Enjoying the fresh air, I laughed at the tiny creatures swarming around me unable to penetrate my protection

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Balcony Piece I

One hand fighting with mosquitoes using a bat, a simple specimen of electrocution; another smsing with another sleepless soul for the immensely wide syllabus of DU; my fan creaking as it blows my unkempt countable hair that has seemed evenly

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