Uncanny By Anna Grigoryan on November 15, 2018 An immigrant, a refugee, a stranger. I’ve seen you from when I couldn’t yet name you. Out of the familiar, and you tidy up your face as if feeling the touch of my surprised, hateful eyes. The transformation of the figure is on the process; too late

Me, They, We By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 15, 2018 Me: I’m too weak to be strong. Too strong to be weak. Tired of being in between.They: They inhale. They exhale. They dissolve in the air. They are dead.We: One day we will come true. One day we will face something. Maybe each other. Maybe ourselves.Me: My messy curls,

Coming out of the Language By Nana Abuladze on November 15, 2018 I’ve read somewhere that it is the language that determines for us what to write. For this reason, the Socratic philosophy could have been written only in Old Greek and the Nietzscheian one – only in German. This is true. My experience proves

Distorted Facts By Halil Akgündüz on November 15, 2018 A trickster is the compendium of opposites. He’s an omniscient creator, an innocent fool, a malicious destroyer, and a childlike prankster. He’s an immigrant into a language.   Trickster stories may be told for amusement as well as on serious or sacred occasions. Depending on the context,

Nowhere By Mariia Koltsova on November 15, 2018 When you walking around the street you can hear your steps. Your shoes slowly stepping on broken road,  rustle of small stones and pieces of asphalt, which was shifted three times in two years,  touches to the shadows of old trees.  Somewhere in the other side of the

Meditation By Kateryna Orlovska on November 15, 2018 Bla bla bla I take masala tea  Bla bla bla I try to meditate  Bla bla bla  But my thoughts are so mazy  What I can say in conclusion? Before to start a meditation I should do something more than drinking masala tea So, next day Bla