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It Would Be Better If Some Continents Had Never Been Discovered. Europe, For Instance, Has Never Been Anything But Trouble.

It Would Be Better If Some Continents Had Never Been Discovered. Europe, For Instance, Has Never Been Anything But Trouble. - story

Michel Decar

There often used to be two of us. Three of us. Four, five, or six. I had brothers, sisters, a tarantula. Parents, yes, them too. Plus there was my Uncle Nikolai and the guy from…

Talitha Kumi

Talitha Kumi - story

Yitzhak Auerbach-Orpaz

In September everyone’s looking for an apartment. Especially in Jerusalem. Especially students. This is the busy season for Yochanan Dvir, apartment renovator and owner of a few of them himself. Two small apartments which he…

You’re Only Bleeding

You’re Only Bleeding - story

Matías Capelli

She called you two weeks ago. Just like that. Out of the blue. Today is Mother’s Day, and you’re going to see her again. You wanted to make as good a start to the day…

The Doorbell

The Doorbell - story

Cristian Crusat

When I arrived in Brussels, the supposed end of the European dream was all the media could talk about. General levels of uncertainty had increased, as had violence on public transport – for instance, when…

Why Are We Going Back to Watan?

Why Are We Going Back to Watan? - story

Andreas Stichmann

Why can’t we try Mike or Robert or Knosi? Because the guys say that Mike and Robert and Knosi are busy today and that we’ve no other choice, so up we go again, back up…

The Spectator

The Spectator - story

Andrés Caicedo

Ricardo González loved to go to the cinema. His first major cinematic memory, many years ago now, was of a black-and-white film about cops and robbers. Before that he only went to the cinema occasionally,…

The Great Illusion at Klingenreiter Lumber Sawmill and Woodworking Import Export

The Great Illusion at Klingenreiter Lumber Sawmill and Woodworking Import Export - story

Saša Stanišić

When Ferdinand Klingenreiter asked the audience, dear friends and family, boys and girls, to be quiet for his great illusion, some laughed; most went on talking. The Stadelmann girls interrupted their squealing chase and turned…

Misery

Misery - story

Anton Chekhov

“To whom shall I tell my grief?” The twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer…

Funny Valentine

Funny Valentine - story

Paulo Scott

The taxi cab drove all over town. The driver was leering at me, telling stupid jokes to get my attention. I waited until I had finished my cigarette and asked him to pull over at…

Notes From a Spider

Notes From a Spider - story

Camilla Grudova

These notes were found in a leather binder, written on loose-leaf paper of good quality. The binder was stuffed in an old trunk, underneath a moth-eaten fox fur, small black records, many broken needles, tattered…

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