X IS FOR XANTHI, GREECE

A STORY OF A XENOPHILE IN XANTHI, GREECE Colourful ticker-tape blew all around as the parade made its way through the streets of Xanthi. Locals and tourists lined the route, cheering, waving and dancing along to the loud mix of music. Bright, garish and traditional costumes were everywhere. The atmosphere was intoxicating, and this was … Continue reading X IS FOR XANTHI, GREECE

OPENING NIGHT

A deep breath. I hear the chatter from the audience settle as the auditorium lights dim. The expectant silence. I grip the neck of my cello tightly and close my eyes. Visualise. Breathe. I see the endless hours of practice. Fingers bleeding. The encouraging smile of my father and mother. The exasperated berating of my … Continue reading OPENING NIGHT