This Small Town, I’m Sorry But I Cannot Stay
This was meant to be a reflection on why I feel compelled to explore a new place, a new city, a new country every year. But really on why I […]
This was meant to be a reflection on why I feel compelled to explore a new place, a new city, a new country every year. But really on why I […]
Today I received a legitimate honk from a passing car while walking to work in the morning. I hadn’t looked both ways before crossing the street and was therefore in […]
This is the third Ruste (pronounced Rus-tay) post on this blog, and if I seem biased towards the place, it’s true. I can’t help it. It really is the most […]
Now I know that teachers aren’t supposed to have favorite students… but every time I see some of my kids I just want to laugh at the silly (and often […]
Children and adults, dressed in their finery and draped in Kurdish flags to celebrate March 5, the day of the uprisings (raparin). Most of the children are my students, who […]
It’s already April! I’ve been in Kurdistan for 7 months already. Kind of hard to believe, but the increasing temperatures and our slow move out of what was a bitter […]
Raparin: Revolution March 5 was the anniversary of the 1991 uprisings in Iraq that led to the establishment of the Kurdish Autonomous Republic, or just Kurdistan (Iraqi Kurdistan). The revolution, […]
Last weekend we went to Hallsho (Khalsho or Xalsho), near Kaladzha (Qalad Dzha), the hometown of a colleague and friend. Hallsho is near the Iranian border – the only thing […]
Originally posted on brains of the living:
The name of this blog is borrowed from Marx, who wrote that ‘The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on…
Originally posted on footsteps:
Kurdish dance Sharo nasrin & shirin firewood ronbir & sharo