Two Windows and a Story
BBC 
A Palestinian man looks out from a building damaged in the conflict with Israel in the southern Gaza Strip.
Record!
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?
R.I.P Mahmoud Darwish 1941-2008
Clara by Roberto Bolano
She had big breasts, slim legs, and blue eyes. That’s how I like to remember her. I don’t know why I fell madly in love with her, but I did, and at the start, I mean for the first days, the first hours, it all went fine; then Clara returned to the city where she lived, in the south of Spain (she’d been on vacation in Barcelona), and everything began to fall apart. (Read more – New Yorker – Fiction)
