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A story about two brothers who migrated to Europe and are looking to reconnect after losing touch, coping with the difficulties that separated them in the first place.
People ask me about my travels; well really speaking I started travelling in May of 1955. Against my parents wishes I joined the Merchant Navy in Hamburg, Germany. My father wanted me to be a radio-technician. It would have been a very interesting Career as I always had been interest in fiddling...
Account of a woman diagnosed with breast cancer.
In the summer of 1980, a maverick young doctor gave it all up, to hitchhike around the world.
The first part of his odyssey took him through South America and up through Africa, accompanied by his mythical hunter companion, Orion.
Between the Cartwheels is the sequel to that cartwheel, his...
"LÃ©on, this is war. Not a time for heroic deeds. This is no story, dude. 'S real life."
"I know. But what if it works?"
During World War 1, the Belgian village of Grimbergen is being assaulted by the Germans.
The soldiers can't defend their homes, because the Burned Bridge's mechanism is...
By Bonnie Blythe
Baiser means kiss in French. Delphine D'Arleux, traveling in Belgium for a candy-making class, doesn't expect to have the word demonstrated to her, especially by a stranger. Brad Larsen, an avowed chocoholic, knows he behaved badly by kissing the pretty French girl, but he can't quite regret his...
Recently two poets past away that I loved dearly, one of them even would be my wife now if she still had lived.. But, bad things happen..This text gives a small insight in the current status of my being since both poets died..
After watching her family killed in the street by the Gestapo in Warsaw, Chava Lehrer changes her name, dyes her hair, makes fake papers, and moves to Brussles, Belgium. There, where she poses as Anouk Sauvageau, she works in Cafe Delacroix as a waitress. Beneath the friendly coffee-house...
By Don Vito Corleone
This explains what a Belgian chocolate taste like...eh?
Your's truly...Don Vito Corleone.
Poetry | Updated Apr 26, 2008 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6