I hear the key turn. The front door. You are back. You open — I open — the door and we are already smiling at each other. How was the flight? Delayed, you say and I help you with your bag. You take off your shoes and then your socks. You tell me about your …
You know how to cook, of course, like all real Italian men, you say. Let’s make calzones – have you tried making them before? Boy, I wanted to say, I haven’t even eaten one yet. Instead I just nod. Yes, sure. We are in Trento, your hometown. A village, really, you confess. Oh but so …
“You guys really like eating and travelling, don’t you?” This question from a friend took me by surprise, though perhaps it shouldn’t. Devil and I haven’t thought about this much – we just love discovering new foods to savour and new places to experience. And all this eating and travelling can be quite a spiritual …
Gravel crunch beneath our shoes. The railway tracks bring us closer to the gold mines. A couple of stray dogs chase each other, friendly in the way these mild beasts are. Beautiful dogs, one pure white, the other a sleek shade of mandarin. Oh to be so carefree! Yifan tells us how Jinguashi1 used to …
There are the days when the big city life gets to be too much. All the noise and the smog and the madness of a million rats running a race without any real direction – how could so much mean so little? We buy and we buy and we work harder to buy bigger houses …
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 …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
