Seven years ago I was standing in the crowd under the arcades in St. Mark’s Square in Venice, waiting for the storm to pass. It was a warm August night and I don’t remember if rain had been forecast. The crowd grew restless, more rain could mean that Leonard Cohen,

There are occasions where a selfie stick would allow for a photo that cannot ever be taken again. I can vouch for that: I went to the city of Palmyra some time around the turn of the millennium and I was the only person there. Thus I have no picture

That wasn’t very pleasant. You see, I am a Slovenian, and for 72 hours after Melania Trump gave “her” speech at the convention barely an hour has gone by without some wiseass sending me a joke, an anecdote or a witty comment. Yes, I can see the funny side of

A day that begins with several explosions that leave tens of people dead and hundreds wounded is a bad day. Today, the bad day was in Brussels. I’m not there, but several of my friends are. They were lucky to have escaped mostly unharmed, but it was a scary and tense morning.