Yes in my back yard
Mary Murphy
May 21, 2014
There’s a tradition in Skopje that is dying out. There are probably lots of these, but this particular one speaks to the stomach. For the
There’s a tradition in Skopje that is dying out. There are probably lots of these, but this particular one speaks to the stomach. For the
Just four days in Skopje taught me the value of suspending disbelief and just going with the flow. After a while, nothing seems too fantastical.
Voltaire reckoned that originality is nothing but judicious imitation. I wondered a little at that when I looked up to see something rather odd in
Although Skopje’s lords and masters continue to give the city a facelift, not everyone is happy with the result. Progress takes many shapes and forms
I’m old enough to fess up to a number of obsessions, one of which is statues. They fascinate me on two levels: what they represent
What I knew about Macedonia (as in the Republic of Macedonia and not the region in Greece) this time last week could have been written
Say Michelin and I think tyres. I think of the white plastic Michelin man that for so many years rode atop my neighbour’s haulage truck.
Of the 11 million said to have perished in the Holocaust, five million were not Jewish: they were Roma, Jehovah’s Witnesses, university professors from the
A dead man here. Another one there. This one in his 60s. The other in his 80s. Beloved father, husband, son. An inevitability. Yet to
I’m all for quirky. Give me somewhere different, with a twist, over conventional design any day of the week. Throw in some good pizza and
