I’ve decided to betray the city I love most in the world and move to another one.
The sky filled with golden tears raining down over St Pauls in wide rings, each one larger than the last, so that they seemed to be coming closer to us
Fortunately the Danube is still full, and suddenly meeting the wide body after tearing along the Danube Canal on a catamaran was breathtaking.
We discovered that the rocks were sharp enough to break coconuts easily, as were one dog’s teeth. Perhaps the real mystery of the house with the front ripped off, on such a turbulent island, was why it was the only building in such a state.
What happened when the front blew clean off the house, and what did the people do?