Christmas in the Maya land, Mexico

There was no snow on the treetops. No gifts in the fireplace. Only the humming of a dark brown bird with a yellow neck reminded of a Christmas tune. The sun rose happily over the mighty stone structures. Its yellow blanket spread itself over the moist leaves of the...
The departure from South Africa by Magdalena

The departure from South Africa by Magdalena

I felt a shiver of fear when I first arrived in South Africa 7 years ago . It wasn’t a fear of getting shot or mugged on the street, an image that western media like to portray, but a fear of starting all over. Being far from your home country means you are...
The departure from South Africa by Periklis

The departure from South Africa by Periklis

I ran a quick calculation: I flew at least 35 times out of South Africa over the last eight years. Going to the airport and hopping over to the other side of the globe was more frequent than the times I drove my car outside the province of Gauteng. This could have...