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Tag Archives: Faial
After several months of research in archives, in old ruins, and especially in every bar on the island, I am ready to disclose the mysteries I have uncovered – from Holy Ghosts to the Holy Grail. Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung dieser Geschichte. I called the pizza place to order a Big American pizza. Deviating from the usual procedure, the woman from the pizzeria did not accept the order with joy. Instead, she became rather serious: “Well, about … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Artikels. Fim do Mundo, the end of the world, nothing more than a self-mocking name for a bar in a small village on a small island. One might think. If one didn’t know that in Norte … Continue reading
It had just stopped raining and I stepped outside to soak up the fresh air, yet untainted by all the flights that are going to resume next month. The sky said thanks, smiling a double smile. The sun, I think, … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung. When I got the assignment in the Azores, I immediately started searching for a passage on a ship to reach the far-away island by more adventurous and romantic means than by plane. I searched in vain. But … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Artikels. We can go into town again. The barrier tapes have been removed from the parks, as if the crime scene has been cleaned up. The doors of the shops are wide open. Some of them … Continue reading
Zur deutschen Fassung dieser Geschichte. When I flew to the Azores from Lisbon on I-don’t-remember-exactly-but-some-time-in-the-beginning-of-March, there was this person at the airport who was probably just snickering disparagingly about people with facemasks. And maybe eating a Snickers bar under the … Continue reading