" I write because I was a lonely child and an angry teenager. I write to start a war and make peace. I write to remember and I write to forget. I write out of rage and into serenity. I write to silence the voices in my head. "
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Italy is where we laugh, and eat. Italy is where the people are so funny and generous and kind that I begin to believe I am an invited guest on this holiday.
London is where people talk about the weather: how unbearably hot it is now and how cold it was before.
We should celebrate not only what is present but also what is lost.
So different is our world and so much the same.
As I travelled, on a surprisingly cold summer’s day away from the pristine skies of Cape Town to this new life in this new land – I looked back...
Lesvos is your arms wrapped, like the wings of an almighty angel, around us all. It is the sun shimmering, like diamonds on the surface of the sea
Athens is my heart filled with life and joy. And color and creation. Athens is... suffice to say I love this city’s guts.
Read an extract from Rahla Xenopoulos’s The Season of Glass ahead of the Johannesburg launches of the modern Scheherazade’s tale.
To Gidon, Tallulah and Samuel...
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