The arrival of the month of May can only mean one thing: European Literature Night! EUNIC and the European Writers’ Tour,…
meike ziervogel
Peirene is alone in the office. And disaster has struck. The Nymph is pacing up and down, trying to breathe…
‘Freedom for all writers!’ Peirene stands in the middle of the office wearing full combat gear: camouflage trousers, camouflage jacket,…
‘What disgrace! What humiliation!’ Peirene kneels in front of the fire place in our front room. She dips her hands…
I bend over the conveyor belt and grab my suitcase. ‘Ok, let’s go.’ The Nymph, Syrian editor Suhir and I…
I wake with a start. I’m sure I heard some strange noise. It’s pitch dark. I turn my head to the…