Monthly Archives: April 2015

I called him Omar. The first time I saw him, he looked as if he had  stepped out of the Arabian Nights. Tall and tanned with a neat beard and wearing a bobble hat on his head, when he smiled … Continue reading →

‘All day I’ve faced the barren waste without a taste of water, cool, clear water.’ On a recent visit to the theatre, in the middle of watching a performance onstage, I was reminded of the words of the above song … Continue reading →