Category Archives: grandmothers


Why did these men in black steal my house with all my things in it, saying my house is theirs, that it belonged to their family before it belonged to mine? How could that be, as my great-grandfather Hamid built … Continue reading

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  There is a sound that grandmothers make that is full of memories. I heard it on the bus today returning from Sapporo Station. I think grandmothers use it everywhere whenever a grandchild begs for something he or she knows … Continue reading

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