Come 5th January 2017, I’ll have made 9 months in Germany. Though I call Göttingen my home, I spend a considerable percentage of my time in Aachen – a city I’ll write about soon – or elsewhere, making Göttingen feel not completely familiar or home-like. In October 2016, I moved from Kreuzbergring to Göttingen’s Innenstadt. … Continue reading Fresh from the Womb
Author: avrinajoslin
Avrina Joslin is a writer of fiction, poetry and travel essays. She has an MA in Writing from The University of Warwick and a BA in English Studies from Christ University.
Avrina is an inclusive feminist and believes in the fluidity of all things. She thinks about place, space & time. About childhood, sexuality & the sea. She’s gone and come – to obscure parts of the world and has found home in all of them. She was born and brought up in Villupuram, an incomplete town in southern India, where she currently lives, plotting her next trip, writing and healing some bones.
She trembles in bed at night with desire for the unknown. And lives with faith. She has nothing else.
“…Your life, little fireling, little warlike starling, flickering indignantly, all erotic umbrage. Broken wing in my hand. Pathological, shy flame, I will care for you. Little shape of my fate, my certain failure. What is desire, if not this burden. Dearth and glut cupped in your hands: wild, deadheaded, and blue.” The Sunlight, Miguel Murphy. … Continue reading Villa Popov & Balchik (Балчик)
[Writing isn’t easy to forget. And writing doesn’t need a paper. Balconies illustrate this perfectly. When I stand at it, looking at the covering and uncovering of the sun, I’m writing. There are words that ring in my head. Pound. In Berlin last week, I sat at the banks of the Spree and watched a … Continue reading Now in Gö, New in Gö
(With more than one Duomo present in Italy, I came about to refer to this one as the Milanese Duomo) “Yes, we did many things, then – all Beautiful…” (Come Close, Sappho) The first time at the Milanese Duomo was with my family. Did we get a cab there? We were staying at the chic … Continue reading The Milanese Duomo – first to last times
(No.4 of the Romanian series) Vama Veche. I saw it on the map first. A tiny dot before the Romanian coastal border. The images lining google maps showed a shopping street, people dancing on the shore, a fire, pubs, a hostel and a stretch of sea. Reading more, the common strain in most opinions was … Continue reading Acolo & a slanted ferris wheel – Vama Veche
(No. 1 of the Bulgarian series) We passed Vama Veche – the last coastal village in Romania giving way to Bulgaria – and drove to border control. Being the only non-European in the car, my passport was checked further. I sat with a knot in my stomach. A type of pointless fluttering I’ve felt only … Continue reading Sea at Krapets (Крапец) – A Bulgarian Beginning
It was on my last time in Glasgow that I was sat on the Clyde under the Glasgow Bridge. I was staying at a friend’s who had to work in the mornings leaving me on my own. I didn’t know where to begin or what to do. It wasn’t my first time there. In fact, … Continue reading Glasgow Bridge – I was sat on the Clyde
(No. 3 of the Romanian series) Sighișoara, a small city in Mureş County (Region of Transylvania) in Romania is two-fold, two-planed, two-layered. One is the flat city outside the Citadel, spread out on the plateau formed by the river Târnava Mare. The second is the Citadel itself that rises on a hill in the centre. … Continue reading Sighișoara – Tepeș, Petőfi, two tales…
(No. 2 of the Romanian Series) After a dull June morning at the Immigration Office in Brasov, I head to Piata Sfatului. I go in and out of local banks asking them if I’d be allowed to open a bank account to support my visa extension. At BRD I’m a tourist, at Raiffeisen (where I … Continue reading The Black Church, Brasov – An Insignification
(No. 1 of the Romanian series ) Adam, a friend introduced me to Romania. Back then, I was amongst the ignorant. Once when I met a Romanian girl, I asked her about Dracula and shut up for the rest of the night. Names like Bucharest, Brasov, Sibiu, Transfăgărășan, etc., came into my vocabulary because of … Continue reading Brasov for the first time
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