Category: Small Windows
Small Windows Pt VI: Priesthood in a guitar case
No wild post-show outings, nothing racier than a cool Pils or two, and never before singing . No tour bus bouncing to country-rock screamers - only the decorum of the Inter-City Express and flat skies, flat lands, a novel and a notebook.
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Small Windows Pt. V: Strange encounters of the German kind
Seven o'clock start, six hours on the Bummelzug or "Slouch-train", and five episodes of a pleasant railway comedy drama that is German through-and-through.
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Small Windows Pt. IV: Drifting in the silence
Silence is like solitude. The absence of noise and the absence of company are not an accident. They must be allowed to settle.
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Small Windows Pt. III: Good omens, small comforts
A thousand-mile journey begins with a single step, so you might as bloody well get that first step right. Fingers crossed the weather's fair, too. But even if you do and it is, there's no guarantee of safety or success.
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Small Windows Pt. II: What a view from my small window
On the outbound train, I missed the sunrise for writing my diary. This time I'm determined to catch it.
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Small Windows Pt. I: Suitcases, and cases for suits
It was the kind of dilemma that I never like to face at 4:30am on a Sunday morning: suit or no suit? It now seems trivial but to my bleary morning mind I felt like my founding principles were on the line. What it boiled down to was: which version of me will they get in Basel?
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