The End of Ramadan

original Today during theater class we made masks (we’re studying Greek theater). First, my face is completely covered in Vaseline. Then, cold, wet strips of plaster are layered on top. Bleah. My personal Ramadan lasted all of one day. My mood was terrible for the duration of the fast and I didn’t want to do… Continue reading The End of Ramadan


Laura, the American who lives in Paraguay, wakes me up to tell me that it’s 4: time to eat. For several weeks she has been going with one Alamdar, a very good photographer, Afghan. Ramadan has recently started and Laura, for solidarity with her new love, has decided to keep him company: "I’m not Muslim,… Continue reading Ramadan