Silvia Demick
When my plane touches down at New Orleans International Airport, the only thing I can think about is how quickly I can get to my hotel. The temperature is mild, especially after three days in freezing North Dakota. I get … Read More
There is a slight chance that the Flåmsbana, the Norwegian railway connecting the villages of Myrdal and Flåm, might not be the steepest of the world. But don’t ever say it out loud in front of someone from Norway. The … Read More
Many people told me the same thing over and over: Berlin is colorless, dull and impersonal. I found many colors in the capital of Germany: in its parks, with their yellow, rust and red leaves. It certainly isn’t dull or … Read More
I am waiting to board a flight in the departure lounge at Stockholm airport, where I have tried to no avail to get the right pronunciation of Hemavan, the town I am bound to. With a small group of colleagues, … Read More
Courmayeur didn’t impress me. The name itself is impossibly difficult to write without hitting the wrong keys at least twice. I swear I have tried hard to find something interesting in this town in Aosta Valley, in the north of … Read More
Visiting New York is like stepping into a whirlwind—one moment, you’re caught in the chaos of Manhattan’s relentless pace, and the next, you find yourself in a quiet Brooklyn street where time seems to slow down. It’s a city of … Read More
February is the cruelest month, there’s no doubt. I know for sure when I am told that I have to leave for Norway during one of the coldest weeks of the year. Top-quality stockfish is needed in no time, and … Read More