Postcard from Moers
Hawking and other kinds of yelling are not typical in the prized serenity of German culture, but occasionally an eager vendor at the weekly market breaks the rule.
Death by Heartbreak
Rachel Pieh Jones on the poet who taught Somalis how to love: “Some say Elmi was an idiot, weak. Some say he was a genius, the ideal lover. To me, it doesn’t matter which he was. What matters is the question his story raises.”
Postcard from Valparaiso
A rail splits the hillside in two. There is a single car, almost gondola like in its compartment. I climb aboard. The houses grow larger. The colorful maze morphs into a bustling neighborhood.
Postcard from the Jordan River
Now I stand on a wooden dock under a thatched roof and watch twenty Russians in white robes wade into the waist-deep Jordan. Some swallow large gulps of the brown, muddy water. Others fill plastic bottles of the sacred swill.
Postcard from Salzburg
The hills of Salzburg, writes Brian McKanna, are still alive with the sounds of music, but not in the way you might think.
