![]() ![]() ![]() I remember watching the news and thinking life will never be the same. It first came to my attention during the attack on the World Trade Centre in New York, a watershed moment that brought terrorism to my consciousness. In the list of places I would never even consider travelling to, Afghanistan is superseded only by, I don’t know, North Korea maybe. Today’s travel took me to 1970s Afghanistan. Reading is the only way that I can still afford to travel to different places, for the bargain price of 8£ per paperback. Between the pages of a book, the possibilities of being transported to a time and place far far away from my current reality are limitless. Its times like these that I’m grateful for the solace that reading has to offer. ![]() I don’t think I’ve ever fully appreciated the extreme privilege of being able to move freely between countries, or of having opportunities to experience various cultures and different ways of life. As someone who likes to explore all the beautiful places this world has to offer, this saddens me. One of the sacrifices we’ve had to make during this pandemic, and subsequent lockdown, is to forego all non-essential travel. ![]()
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