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Blue Pill

Blue Pill - story

Orly Castel-Bloom

When I think back on it, I feel like digging a hole in the ground and crawling right in. I want to crawl right in this minute, so I’m thinking back on it. Someone once…

My Istanbul

My Istanbul - story

Emine Sevgi Özdamar

A Turkish philosopher from Istanbul once visited me in Berlin. He was only there for a few days. He looked at the street and said quietly, ‘I don’t think I could live here.’ Not the…

Nora, daughter of Marcus Beag

Nora, daughter of Marcus Beag - story

Pádraic Ó Conaire

I You never saw such surprise as that of the people of Ros Dha Loch when they heard that Nora, daughter of Marcus Beag, was to go to England. A sister of hers was already…

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…

Drummer for the Czar

Drummer for the Czar - story

Arno Schmidt

I’ve never had any grand experiences myself – which doesn’t bother me at all by the way; I’m not fool enough to envy some world-traveler, I’ve read too much in Seydlitz or the unabridged Brehm…

Three Men in America

Three Men in America - story

Julia Fermentto

1. AZIZ   Our small room in Motel 6 smells like depressing sex that someone tried to scrub off with lots bleach. Gershon and I sit on the bed and start scribbling calculations on a…

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…

The A Line

The A Line - story

Miryam Sivan

Earlier, the pipe from the water tower on the roof burst and water began to fall. Now we’re sitting around my dining table in the living room, drinking Champale and eating humus on melba toast….

Red Lights

Red Lights - story

Talal Abu Shawish

He reaches behind him, over the seat, so the passengers next to me in the back of the car can put their fares into his outstretched hand. He carelessly chucks the money down beside him,…