Out in the crested hills, we find little bands of lizards. They’re a cunning lot – twisting, wiggling when facing the predator. The trick to catching them is to predict: they are running in the direction of their holes.
“Because of the gasoline, everything was a terrible Hell.” – Galina Nikolaevna, resident of Comrat and born in Sevastopol, talks about remembrance, World War Two, the deaths of her family’s men, and monuments to soldiers who have passed. Scroll all the way to the bottom for the original […]
This is everything you could want to know – and more! – about Comrat’s first Journalism Mentoring Program. Read on for a narrative, project examples, reports on trips to Moldovan media stations and many photographs of the Club’s 7 months of events.
If there’s anything I regret, it’s that I hadn’t experienced this before now. They had done it 2 times before, and from their tales I expected splashes of blood and post-kill grief. The first time they did it, they didn’t know what to feel; they were swinging between […]
Of those who live in Moldovan villages, nearly every family keeps a garden. It is also true for homeowners in towns and cities. My host mother’s garden goes beyond sustenance, though: it is a place of gathering and quiet thought for those who pass through.