Your eyes watched me faithfully, fingers carefully following the dips and turns of my imperfect singing, matching the patchwork of words to the rhythm of music.
Read MoreI hear Sappho’s Train de Paris and I remember Garde du Nord, waiting to take the TGV in Holland, Belgium or Brittany. Abidjan's songs reminds me of an Arab market in Vienna’s Mitt Bahnhof area...
Read MoreI listen to The Metro and I think of how guilty I felt buying Hitler era stamps in a small shop in Vienna’s Mitt Banhoff subway station arcade and how I had to use those auto stamp machines to get to the train...
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