Short Stories - At Good Old Pera
After her great-grandfather, how far back in time could she go, if the letters didn't allow? Because the words were already gone with time. The stories left the truth behind...
After her great-grandfather, how far back in time could she go, if the letters didn't allow? Because the words were already gone with time. The stories left the truth behind...
A sense of the extraordinary surrounded her, as soon as she entered Sintra. The centuries-old castles and mansions were lying humbly upon hills, skillfully hidden by nature. There she was at the...
It was not the halls that curtains separated, but time. This place was something else. It was her first time at the Rose Bar. Brian Newman's jazz band looked and...
She kept climbing up the hill. Like the water, she found her own way through this medieval town. All of a sudden, thunderstorms started as if the rain wanted to...