A 70-Year Journey Through Passports
We all have our own journeys. We navigate the world through our unique lens of experiences.
My father navigated his by being a traveler. The best times of his life were when he was on a flight to a city
Coming Home: Love and Longings
Nine years after the birth of her firstborn child, Elizabeth Edwards married a lovely, well-to-do Englishman. They had met while working in Singapore. Liz had rejoined the public service and her career was going well. She decided to leave work … Read the rest
Coming Home: Dreams and Heartbreaks
The year was 1964 and Rock and Roll was in full swing around the globe. Three young people in the prime of their lives were searching for new adventures, unaware of the profound effect they would have on one another.… Read the rest
500 + Jolly :The great escape
My 71-year-old grandmother had to come to terms with the reality that she would have to leave her home and move East. It was the autumn of 1941. Germany had declared war on Russia in the summer and enemy forces … Read the rest
It all starts with a smile
I am a 34-year-old mother of two beautiful children; Arina is 5 and Miron 3. I live in Moscow and strive each day to improve my life by becoming better than what I had been the day before, both in … Read the rest
A joyous day and some poignant memories
9th May, the Victory Day, is celebrated on a grand scale in Russia. The document ending the Second World War, the German Instrument of surrender, was signed in Berlin late in the evening of 8th May 1945. In Moscow, the
Your name is written on every grain you eat
I love India and I love Indian food and can cook quite a few popular dishes like daal, shahi paneer, palak paneer, chicken curry, tandoori chicken.
I was first introduced to Indian food in the home of Shahida Zaidi in
The Life and Times of Vassily K
Sergei K. in conversation with Tapti Roy
Thinking about the life and destiny of my dear Grandfather Vassily, I have come to the conclusion that his life is best defined in the words of Sheila Fitzpatrick in one of her
Love on the Shores of India
I was 15 when grand aunt Evgenia Khovanskaya died in 1975, leaving her home to my mother and me since she had no children of her own. Her younger sister was my maternal grandmother. Shortly after, I went to the