The singers are at the door. Not three wise men but a quartet of sweet children. Two young kings and two young queens, like the Pevensie children at the end of their first Narnian adventure. Their voices are angelsong and my German landlord rewards their performance with a donation for their chosen charity. All of …
It changed my life. (Now, how often does one get to use that sentence and have it be true?) I remember trying my best not to say goodbye. I have never lived abroad before. A trip down south to Singapore, a beach vacation in Phuket, a couple of weeks backpacking in Australia, yes. But living …
Beijing, 2009 I clean up in the guest bathroom. The decor, the finishing is impeccable. I can’t help noticing this. I love good interior design as much as I love a fully-functional bathroom, and this one’s perfect. I remember the small shower-and-toilets in the apartments in StuSta, our little student city. Studentenstadt. Things have sure …
Feast fresh for you have had a fine fast. Now is the time to break it. A little late in the day, perhaps – morning has come and gone – but never too late, in this city where eating never sleeps. An all-day breakfast for the workaholics and the weary: does this sound as good …
The past does strange things to us – we don’t remember half as well as we think we do nor half as well as we ought to. There was a time when my (mis)adventures with my Italian, American and German friends were a daily part of life. There was nothing else. Some of us were …
. Oktoberfest ’01: Munich Barely a month since landing on German soil and already it’s Oktoberfest. I have made fast friends with the Italians from Milan and the Americans from Chicago, two of whom are called Mike. We call one Blue Mike — not his real name, of course — after the colour of his …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.