A STORY OF UNDERUTILISATION IN UPPSALA, SWEDEN Sand could have taken a flight to Uppsala from Oslo and been there in under an hour, but these days he was in no rush. It had been a year since he had been put into semi-retirement. After the serial killer Dag Moen had disappeared into the Norwegian…
THE STORY OF ONE TEAM IN TALINN, ESTONIA The rumours had been flying about amongst the Tartan Army, the name given to the supporters of the Scottish national football team, since the evening before, while they were out soaking up the atmosphere and the alcohol around the centre of Talinn. Now, as the referee led…
A STORY OF SUBSISTENCE IN ŠIAULIAI, LITHUANIA She threw the rock into the lake and watched the ripples spread across the calm surface. The warm sun beat down on her face. She lay back on the pebbled ground and closed her eyes, taking a draw from the cigarette she had smuggled away with her. How long…
A STORY OF ROUTINE IN ROME, ITALY The old man sat under the umbrella of the cafe, shaded from the strong Roman sun. Sipping from the cool ice drink he watched the people go by. Every day he sat at the same table, in the same chair, facing the same direction. Around him Piazza Navona…
A STORY OF QUERULOUSNESS IN QUIMPER, FRANCE ‘It’s unusual in that it bends in the middle to match the contours of its location and avoid an area of swamp,’ Agnes read from the guide. ‘Probably couldn’t build it right,’ muttered Archie. Agnes gave him a withering look and carried on reading from the pamphlet. ‘Some…
