I don't keep a calendar in my apartment. I spend most of my time at home, and I usually figure out what day it is by listening to the sounds
Frédéric wanders through Paris before settling into a café facing the street. People drift across his field of vision one after another. Some he sees for only a few seconds;
“Let's hope they don't hit Veresk.” That was his first reaction when he heard about the attack on the B1 Bridge. He did not ask where B1 was, nor what
The City from the Rooftops | A Narrative of Changing Atmospheres and Urban Life in Wartime In the final days of the war, we had been invited to dinner at