The Last Line of My Childhood by Vera Badalyan, Russia/Israel

I don’t know how a boy becomes a man and to tell you the truth, I don’t believe in such pompous words. But I know how you lose your childhood and how you carry on, moving somewhere new through the fear. I was eleven. I don’t remember myself well enough during these years: how I … Continue reading The Last Line of My Childhood by Vera Badalyan, Russia/Israel

The Horrible Russians’ Glasses | Yasmine Alice, Algeria

After more than 10 hours in the air, and a transit in Frankfurt, the plane from Cairo landed in Moscow, at Domodedovo airport at 8:45 pm, and all excited, I ran to the passport check. I gave him my Algerian passport to the custom officer. He was a fairly tall man, blonde and did not … Continue reading The Horrible Russians’ Glasses | Yasmine Alice, Algeria