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La Intervención
Very few of you, I imagine, will have enjoyed the depth of understanding, clarity of judgement or richness of insight that K and I have been enjoying recently with regard to the questions and...
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Las Rutas
Until the Arabs came, this was the end of the world. Everything to the west was monsters and mystery; everything to the south was sultry, secretive and uncivilised. To the Syrians and their Berber...
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El Hammam
The feathery touch of the late sun against worn sandstone blocks, almost physical, like a warm breath. In a plazuela to the side of the Iglesia San Dionisio, overlooked by a virgen in ceramics, K’s...
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Las Manchas
In Tangier, a body in a blanket: borne through the souk at shoulder height, a brisk pace and accompanied by boisterous call and response. Later, from our room, the sound of women’s chant in some...
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El Tesoro
Trundling toward Seville with a bootful of booty – a creamy blue cheese from Galicia, a jar of blue cheese cream from Asturias, a jar of apple jam, a jar of orange jelly, a jar of strawberry jam, a...
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Las Instantáneas
“The man is out there again”. She means the man who walks his dogs behind our house each day, in the morning or early afternoon. She has told me about him on a number of occasions but for whatever...
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El Fuero Interno
It’s bright and on the inside of my sunglasses, the lenses are dappled with droplets of sweat. I am running away from the island I have shared with you, on the straight causeway that connects it to the...
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La Paloma Amarilla
Like all drunks, we wake up laughing. Then we lie there for a long time, not moving. “I don’t want to move,” says K. “I’ll find out how drunk I still am.” The day presents us with its first demand. It...
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La Luz
In Plaza Mina, any little irregularity in the promenades cups a vestige of the water that a rising sun will soon suck up. Smoother surfaces are smeared with a fine film of it, in sweeps and swathes as...
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El Laberinto
“We got a new doorbell,” says P. “Did I tell you?” My fork stops dead in the air, half way to my mouth. It’s the best opening line I’ve heard in a while. “No, Mum,” I reply. “You didn’t.” She embarks...
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