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Flyway, My Friend

A collaborative project between 20 artists across nine countries came close to that gossamer spirit that has guided me through my travels. That project was The Flyway Print Exchange, coordinated by the Melbourne-based printmaker and artist Kate Gorringe-Smith…

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Past the Point of Resilience

I never thought that this change I loved so much would betray me. When my dad started talking, tears ran down my face as I soaked in his words and tried to make sense of what he was saying. We were leaving Peru in three days. No one in Peru knew we were leaving...

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LongestNameFavoriteCity

Once you get off the main thoroughfares that cut through the city, you are immediately in labyrinths of small streets, side streets and alleys. You never know what you’re going to find as you walk down those byways. A new restaurant, a tailor shop, an antique shop, a high-end jewellery store side by side with a massage parlor or a five-star hotel with a small flower stall next to it….

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The Haunted Ice Rink in Deira

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL:

The golden part of the evening, though, was trick-or-treating. For those of you who may have already thought ahead, yes oh yes, that meant the building became a 31 storey candied lolly-land, with at least 20 apartments on each floor to choose from—though chose we did not—we made sure to pay a visit to every single one…

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I Am Not a Tourist Here

I would try to listen in on their conversations to see what Spanish words I could pick up. I ignored the stares my dad and I received every time we got on the bus. I knew that people could look at us and know we were not from there, yet I tried desperately to fit in in this place that I called home...

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To a Land of Simpler Life and Spanish

My earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows. When we were there, we spoke English and ate Krispy Kreme donuts. When we were back home, we spoke Spanish and ate beans and tortillas...

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The Pink Lion from Tanzania

A few minutes into the conversation, I piped up and said that I might walk with Tanzania. I will never forget the chuckles that erupted over that statement, nor the look of humor on many of the faces that surrounded me. My Tanzanian friends thought I was joking... 

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Dear 2008 You

It is 2008, and our conversation is yet to ride the waves of the internet. Like a bird that seeks to beat a fast-moving train, it is getting harder to pick up where we left off. No matter how furiously we scurry and scribble through each page, our letters tarry to the finish line, lagging three months behind, responding to a stadium that has long emptied.

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Dancing Feels Like Home

Dancing is everywhere in Peru; it’s a way to share history and tell stories. The country is rich in traditional dances, and I grew to love this part of Peruvian culture. It didn't matter that I was never very good at it...

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Home is Where You’re Asked for Directions

I think of a mental curse to send telepathically to the man as the dust settles. “May the sharks of this city devour you,” something along those lines, but much less poetic and much more livid. I feel like I am a character in a film, complete with a story unfolding in front of me...

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I Just Want a Matchstick

We are a married couple from Melbourne, Australia. James grew up in Malaysia and moved over for university when he was 19. Hannah was born in Brunei, went to high school in Vancouver, Canada, and arrived in Melbourne for university study as well...

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Ping Pong Across the Indian Ocean

Many people didn’t know what Pakistan was. Right after 9/11, they did. I was instantly grouped with the ‘raghead/camel jockey/dune coon’ Arabs, who should all collectively ‘go back to where they came from’. Only thing was, there were no Arabs in the school, so they must have been referring to me...

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The Mooncake Meeting

I revelled in the power of my many homes. I sit in my room for hours and listen to that Thai singer.
and muse about the camels from my Arab home...

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Being a Danish Inuit

I was very inspired by the Gitano nomad lifestyle. I asked my father if it was possible to live like that today. Of course, he didn't want his daughter to wander off and live like a gypsy...

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