• Trois nouvelles

      Ces assiettes moscovites étaient restées dans le buffet de notre cuisine à Forest Hill pendant 37 ans, quand mes parents vivaient dans notre appartement, et pendant les cinq ans qui avaient suivi la mort de mon père et de mon frère, alors que plus personne n’habitait notre appartement puisque ma mère très âgée avait déménagé avec moi.

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    • Book Excerpt-The Night Time Raid on the Kitchen

      Cinnamon had to make the journey back. Again, he could barely make out anything. The blackness became a bit less intense but none the less, persisted. He decided to get down on all fours and crawl across. He bumped his head against the bedroom door on his way back. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying, but he bit his lips.

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    • Les chèvres de Vahid

      Des rhumatisants crispés par la douleur, des personnes à la colonne vertébrale opérée ou bien qui se préparent pour une telle opération, des retraités désorientés et des flâneurs comptent à contrecœur les enjambées restantes de cette vie éphémère. Dans la rue, à peine quelques personnes qui croient qu'elles sont encore en bonne santé et qu'elles n'ont pas été rongées par l'humidité du Luxembourg.

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    • When I left “Karl Liebknecht”

      I am Ali from Iraq, I fled to Germany in 2016. A classic refugee journey: by foot, boat, foot, then train, foot, a taxi that robbed me, foot, then a van which took the last of my money, foot, swimming, foot, etc. until I reached Potsdam, without a penny, and my head bandaged because of a beating from two Syrians in a camp at the Austrian border. They thought we were taking their place in Europe and they would be sent back towards Syria,

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    • TWO STORIES

      I am a rational man – I have never believed in what one can’t touch. I respectfully listen to stories about souls, connected by karma, and so on and so forth, but my attitude to the matter is over with this. At the end of the day, everyone has the right to believe in whatever makes them happy. Things are very simple to me – we came from earth and will become earth. But this is not the point now. The point is: I have faced a paradox for the first time in my life.

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    • L’enfer de l’amour au Viêt-Nam

      -Au-delà du charme esthétique de ce bâtiment, sa profondeur spirituelle a un effet hypnotisant. Tu n’es qu’une touriste qui se réjouit de la beauté. Mais, si tu tentes de poser un regard plus approfondi sur chaque détail de ce temple, tu plongeras dans l’abîme du sacré qui ouvre la porte à une nouvelle possibilité de soi. Chaque bouddhiste rêve d’atteindre

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    • Exhumation

      On the ground floor, the Syrian woman is already cooking soup using spices from her homeland, her front door ajar. On the landing, outside, there are her children’s tricycles and second-hand toys in a cardboard-box, bearing the name of a detergent brand, evoking the whiff of baby skin and dirty nappies. She can hear the mother’s voice joining those of her children;

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    • I Had a Dream

      Our hearts felt heavy; very heavy. No future seemed to await us. Injections had already been prepared for us and placed on a white board, in case we wanted to put ourselves down for a long eternal sleep. The door was left unsecured. A heavy triple glass door that led to the deadly engine. A tall man opened the door and went inside the hallway towards the engine room.

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    • THE WOMAN WHO SANG

      They never admitted that when they headed out to get water in the morning, her voice greeted them at least a block before they reached the springs—it weaved around the buildings, wrapped itself around the trees, permeated into their clothes, their skin, and got all the way through to their hearts, which filled with longing and could no longer fit inside their bodies.

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    • Du bon côté de la mer

      Paris ! La capitale de la culture: Beaubourg, le Louvre, l'Opéra, la Sorbonne (où Merab Mamardashvili lui-même a donné des conférences !), le Quartier Latin, Montmartre... Une larme chaude coule sur la joue du jeune Djigit. C'est à cette tradition que lui et son peuple appartiennent, et non à la steppe sauvage d'Asie. C'est sa patrie spirituelle ! Ensuite, s'il s'envole pour Londres, Berlin

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    • Excerpt from She, the island

      The next day I drive to the other end of the island - Handia. I stop briefly in Antigua and light a candle in its white church. A thanksgiving candle for my transformation brought by the island. I walk on the vast beaches, letting the mystique of the landscape fertilise all my senses. This is the novel I will write. A novel about a woman who arrives on the island in love with a man, and leaves the man in love with the island.

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    • À la recherche de ma photo

      J’avais découvert dans ses bras l’harmonie sexuelle qui manquait à ma longue relation qui venait de se terminer. Oui, l’harmonie sexuelle, cette condition indispensable à toute union réussie entre homme et femme. Je jouissais d’un sentiment de sécurité avec mon ex-copain qui était parvenu à me satisfaire au niveau affectif et intellectuel

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    • Saturday

      For fuck’s sake! … it wasn’t even light yet … his dad was shaking him awake. He must’ve kicked his duvet off during the night so it was fortunate he didn’t have an erection … on the down-side it meant he hadn’t been in the middle of an erotic dream … which maybe suggested dreams weren’t about what you wanted to happen but about what had already happened … so maybe he wouldn’t have sexual dreams till after he’d had sex. “… now!” his father repeated … sticking his head round the door which could’ve been embarrassing.

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    • TWO STORIES

      Left to itself, completely passive, the little fir tree lent itself to still another disguise that year. Sometimes we had to tighten a bowknot, at other times simply to thread a thin ribbon from the tip of the branches. “We’re almost done,” we would tell it, “hold on.” The time came for the golden and silver ribbons that must envelop the entire tree, descending from above like trails of dying light. And finally the cardboard star, cut out with our blunt scissors;

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    • The Commune of the Dead Or An Elegy to Sofia’s Bloody Shirt

      Immediately we get in Yana's car and go down the main boulevard of the city and head to an agricultural shop where I pick up some fertilizer soil suitable for the garden I am going to build and a few Fertilizer for hazelnut, quince, and cherry trees, and a few packages of vegetable seeds and four strawberry plants. We go back to the house, my shared house with Balkansky, I still do not know Mayakovsky

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    • SHARED MAPS

      He finished his pizza and asked for the bill. A moment ago, he had seen her on the map; she was in the neighborhood. He paid, went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and ran his fingers through his hair in front of the mirror. Now, back on the street, he wondered which direction to take. The most important thing was not to create the impression that he had been stalking her. It should be all very natural and nonchalant. Otherwise, she might think he is a psycho or, at the least, a jerk and block him.

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    • TWO STORIES

      Nobody came to wake me up in the morning, so I went into Auntie’s room. She was asleep in her bed with her new husband. Starting today, he would be my Uncle. His arm was sprawled over Auntie, like Daddy’s was over Mommy usually, and Grandpa’s over Grandma. I stood there in the hallway, barefoot in my white dress. Smells of morning coffee, cigarette smoke, toast and newspaper ink were coming from the kitchen.

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    • The Orphanhood

      I won't say exactly what from city this girl is from, but I will say that it is in the West, that it has some big buildings, a lot of people, and an unreliable transportation system. I will also refrain from saying exactly in what country she is now, in what city she lives, and in what countryside we met, along with in which language she and I communicated. I will, however, give you one vital bit of information, with which you may do as you please: her name is Katerina.

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    • LA GROSSE SORCIERE ALICIA

      "Moi, la femme, je la veux un peu salope, belle et patronne", disait-il et en effet, Alicia répondait à toutes ses exigences. Bien sûr, elle pouvait être grosse, mais elle ne négligeait jamais son apparence. Ses cheveux étaient bien colorés et coiffés à la mode. Elle se maquillait avec finesse et appliquait toutes sortes de crèmes et de lotions sur sa peau. Ses ongles étaient toujours bien manucurés et elle portait des vêtements coûteux.

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    • LES EAUX REBELLES

      Les touches du piano. Les touches blanches et noires étaient ancrées dans l’imaginaire infantile de Layl. Les touches blanches lui rappellent la pureté du corps des anges. Un cygne blanc à la surface de l’eau transparente d’un lac. Une lune laiteuse dans le ciel nocturne. La blancheur de l’écume d’une vague s’écrasant sur le sable de la côte. Deux comprimés de Panadol pour calmer la douleur de l’estomac, se détendre, s’endormir. De la mousse de shampoing blanche sur une chevelure rousse humide.

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    • OF ALL MY FATHERS

      Aren’t we all girls and women from Eastern Europe? All Nadia Comӑnecis, some with medals, some without, but all with a story? Life itself is a girl from Eastern Europe. We give better head; we have a third lip to suck the Western man’s penis bone-dry, as well as his bank account. We have a third breast, in case we become mothers, so we always have a nipple left for the Western man. We suck better, we swallow everything without pulling a face, we save up all his precious seeds,

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    • EXCERPT FROM BRUSSELS NAKED

      Multiple entries appeared. I clicked randomly on a website on the first page. It was a website where both girls and agencies advertised their services. Hundreds of photos of nude young women, blond, brunette, red-haired, long hair, short hair, thin, plump, large and small tits, all sorts of poses, supposedly provocative, but actually openly vulgar. A couple of women had put photos of a man’s cock half inside them, disgusting!

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    • THE ORDINARY CHAOS OF BEING HUMAN: TALES FROM MANY MUSLIM WORLDS

      The Ordinary Chaos of Being Human: Tales from Many Muslim Worlds An anthology revealing the multi-faceted experiences of people living in many Muslim worlds, which both challenges stereotypes and the responsibility to disband them.Two schoolgirls in Yemen skip class, and wander into a yellow circus tent, empty except for one rusty cage. A Jordanian man spends a madd

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    • LES LONGS COULOIRS

      Je vivais passionnément mon lot de hauts et de bas quand je me suis arrêtée brutalement au carrefour d’un diagnostic : « Votre enfant est autiste asperger ». Mon enfant ? Autiste ? Impossible ! Il grand, beau, intelligent, brillant, polyglotte, captivant… « Votre enfant est sévèrement autiste ». Mon enfant ? Autiste Asperger ? Impossible ! Il avale livres sur livres, promène des théories scientifiques et affronte les plus érudits. Mais…

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    • COURS

      J’ai réussi à lire davantage et plus vite. J’ai ingurgité environ 100 pages par jour de Mr. Vertigo. A un certain moment, je me suis cachée dans le public qui regardait comme une bête curieuse un gamin s’élever de plus en plus haut puis rester suspendu en l’air. J’ai protégé ma tête et retenu mon souffle. J’ai lancé en l’air mon chapeau noir d’homme, acheté dans un magasin de vieilleries à Berlin. Ou bien je l’ai mis en morceaux,

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    • DREAM?

      Once again. He woke up scared, sweating. The images were the same as always, and despite not recognising them, they were awkwardly familiar to him. Everything was happening in a strange city, people on the streets spoke another language, he found himself lost in the crowd that ran around. There was smoke in the air. Stunned, not knowing where he was, his head seemed to throb with the incessant sirens sound. He noticed that in a group which had gathered close to him,

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    • LA FEMME DE MENAGE

      Elle venait travailler même quand elle était malade, avec un thermos de thé et une plaquette de cachets d’Analgine-quinine. Elle se versait du liquide chaud dans le bouchon du thermos, avalait bruyamment deux cachets verts d’Analgine-quinine, remettait la plaquette dans la poche de sa blouse bleue de travailleuse d’usine et continuait à nettoyer. Si jamais elle nous trouvait malades à la maison avec une note du docteur pour l’école,

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    • UNE FILLE BIEN ET UN MAUVAIS LECTEUR DE MARX

      À cette époque, je me trouvais à Berlin, plongé dans la lecture de Karl Marx. Je ne sais plus exactement quel livre je lisais. Peut-être était-ce Le Capital, L’Idéologie allemande, Misère de la philosophie, Le 18 Brumaire de Louis Bonaparte ou l’article publié dans la revue Die Revolution fondée par Joseph Weydemeyer à New York. Ou était-ce un autre ouvrage ? Je ne me souviens pas dans quelle langue je lisais.

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    • THE TOWER BRIDGE TURRETS

      One fine day Peter Iron-Fist told us that as far as he was concerned, her breasts were the size of the turrets on London’s Tower Bridge. I have no idea where he got his information about London’s landmarks. Not only was he the biggest bully in eighth grade, he was also almost as dumb as dirt. When he made this unlikely, erudite comparison we were still seventh graders, and truth to tell, we appreciated his insight almost as much as she did.

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    • RUTINA

      This is the last time she does this to me, I swear it's the last. There, I'll slam the door so you don't have any doubts, bitch. This woman is killing me, I can't stand that bossy tone she uses with me all the time, like I'm a retard. She always gives me some lame excuse: “But, mi amor, it's almost Christmas Eve, how can you suggest something like that now?” Goodness gracious, what kind of answer is that? Is Santa Claus going to be jealous if I make love to my own wife? “It's not that, mi amor,

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