As I passed I heard his crying. An almost silent cry. Everyone else passed the older gentleman who even on the street sat with a straight back. He could have been my father. He could have been your father. “Homeless...
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Diary note Ultimo October 2013, New Orleans The rain came rolling in from the river as a massive fog, played around in the streets, roof-jumped the cars and finally decided to let all out, on me. Now I stood drenched as a...
We’ve been talking ’bout Jackson… Johnny and June’s whisky voices stream through the speakers as we drive upstate Louisiana towards the Mississippi border. We’re heading towards Jackson, MS...
Som svensk kvinde og opvokset i en feministisk familie med meget stærke kvinder i generationer, synes jeg det er noget komplet gejl, at man nu leger med tanken om at indføre kønsmærkater på film i danske biografer, efter...
I studied the notes. One by one. I had to go over the same bar again. And again. Most of the time I would play 6 or 7 hours a day. One hour before I went to school and 5-6 hours after I came home. I saw the girls at the stables...