Opinion

THE CULTURAL TIGHTROPE

THE WORLD’S BEST CITY

Areport in a British broadsheet at the end of April provided further proof, if it were needed, of what a wonderful city Catalonia’s capital is. Barcelona claimed top spot in the largest independent destination...

THE LAST WORD

i NEED A MOBILE MECHANIC

There are over 2,200 cyberattacks a day, computer security company Norton estimates, which means there is a cyberattack somewhere on the internet about every 40 seconds. With cyberattacks on the rise,...

Long-term resident

CRUELTY AND THE BEAST

In last month’s issue, Martin Kirby mentioned a book called ‘The Ravine’, a history of the massacres at the Babyn Yar ravine (now inside Kyiv’s city limits) during World War II, where the Germans...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

A TELLING VICTORY

It is a communication paradigm to match Gutenberg’s invention of the printing press. I cannot believe I just wrote that, but I have to come to accept it. Humble pie. I still loathe it in so many ways,...

Long-term resident

THE BEAUTIFUL CITY

On the road from Kyiv’s airport to the heart of the city, which I visited in 2016, I first saw thick snow-covered forest stretching for uncountable kilometres on both sides, then glimpses of the enormously...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

LA MEMORIA

We walk past small ledges chiselled into a swell of red sandstone almost every day. Deep in the valley there is a narrow divide where the track runs between two dusty, ruby walls of sedimentary rock sculptured...

THE CULTURAL TIGHTROPE

Whose flaw is that again?

Regular readers will be aware that I do not address the weightier issues of the world in this column, but rather strive to provide light-hearted reflections on what it’s like being a foreigner who has...

Long-term resident

THE WAY THEY WERE

For the last couple of years I’ve been working on a book about the father I never knew, that is to say, the one who existed before I was born and also during the three years or so when I was too little...

THE CULTURAL TIGHTROPE

Don’t stop the music

I recently went with a friend to talk to the owner of a music café in Barcelona about whether we could play there so that our friends and family could come along and enjoy some live music performed by...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

UKRAINE’S BLOOD LANDS

Our Catalan farmhouse creaked in the wind like a galleon on the high seas as I climbed the wooden stairs into the cold loft. I was searching through old files for a cutting from 1991. The topic was the...