Month: December 2015

on language & finding home

Travelling

“Die Suche nach einer bewohnbaren Sprache in einem bewohnbaren Land”* The last time I travelled back from Germany to London – my Wahlheimat (which my dictionary translates with ‘adopted home’ but that doesn’t really convey that sense of warmth, choice and voluntariness of the German phrase) – was in late November, just over a week after the devastating attacks in Paris. I travelled with my friend Katharine; we had to change trains in Stuttgart and […]

tipping point

Bow / London / Nature

out on the cemetery daffodils burst into yellow in early December in time for the Climate Talks tipping point is when the order of things becomes inevitable the laws of gravity superseding common sense when a tipper lorry has slowly gained so much momentum that stopping is impossible even for the unexpected cyclist appearing on the obscure under-path when outside the cemetery gate a 15-year old Bengali boy squares up to two young men who […]