Tales from the Bog (IV): Owl and the Frost

Continued from Tales from the Bog (III): Owl and the Frost In the midst of summer, the marshes are teeming with life; birds singing to each other, little critters diving in and out of the deceptively shallow green waters of the bog and the bigger, more mysterious predators and prey hide among lush bushes and …

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Tales from the Bog (III): Owl and the Frost

Continued from Tales from the Bog (II): Owl and the Frost. If Garric was not in the warm safety of his home, he would be fuming like a halfling fresh out of the hot spring - so angry he was he couldn't keep the cloak on, instead tossing it into the corner of his attic, …

Tales of Travel: Istanbul (II): Summa summarum and plans of return

Slowly, surely, my stay in Istanbul is coming to a close. The world of sky-reaching minarets, regular imam songs, loud bazaars with fragrances all over the spectrum and endless offers of kilims, corn, sesame pretzels, kebabs and chai I will leave behind soon. The experience, however, will stay with me for a very long time, …

Tales of Travel: Istanbul (I): Fearless discourse on freedom and equality

I’ve been traveling again, this time to a place that I can safely now cross off my bucket list: Istanbul. Former Constantinople, Constantinya, the Golden Horn and many other names this city had over the centuries. There’s undoubtedly a sort of energy here, something deep, old and pounding, like a heart under your feet that …