I work in a pretty grim part of town. To the right of my office is a run down housing estate, to the left a school for screaming kids who stab each other with alarming regularity. Most of the housing is post WWII and the few shops that haven’t closed get held up by local […]
Archive for October, 2006
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One from the slum
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Fire in the Bistro
Oli woke me up a little earlier than usual this morning because the house was on fire. Well, almost. The communal hall was filled with a strong, almost chemical smell of burning. It smelt like something electrical, like when you leave a welding iron or set of curling tongs on a plastic surface top. I […]