Cuando estamos lejos de la patria nunca la recordamos en sus inviernos. La distancia borra las penas del invierno, las poblaciones desamparadas, los niños descalzos en el frío. El arte del recuerdo sólo nos trae...

You’d think the sight of beautiful Place Vendôme would lift my spirits but oddly the arc of jewellery – so obviously beyond the means of a jobless person like me – only depresses me more....

88.People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. I’ve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because it’s the best place to pick ideas. Just like...