I just purchased this lovely silver bracelet, which I suspect *may* be an "Aswareh Habbiyat" Palestinian bracelet, as it's similar in design to others crafted in Nablus, Palestine. It is hallmarked 90% silver. It almost appears to have stylized
Mrs. Lau ran down the stairs from their apartment, having heard the shattering glass, only to see her husband and two policemen pick Pedro up and walk toward the small bed they kept in the back room of the store. She was the best apothecary in Macau,
After his mother left, Jiao-liang walked out the back door to his customized Thunder Mountain Keystone Chopper. It had taken him over a year to choose it at the Harley Davidson dealership in Taipa. He picked a grey one, which he called the Storm Bike
Jiao-liang was effusive at having secured a temple member without having to offer them drugs. He could tell his mother of his success, and perhaps she would think well of him. It rarely ever happened, for as she got older she became infinitely harder
Jiao-liang was effusive at having secured a temple member without having to offer them drugs. He could tell his mother of his success, and perhaps she would think well of him. It rarely ever happened, for as she got older she became infinitely harder
Someone who could have been an ancient idol suddenly appeared. He wore a half smile. “Trash accumulates. Get rid of the trash... Actually, I don’t remember, but I liked seeing them beg. The greatest artists rot and die in obscurity, and it is my role
Sir Robert Ho Tung was the grand old man of Hong Kong. Macau’s most important library was named after him. The Sir Robert Ho Tung Library at 3 Largo de Santo Agostinho might be a good place for Pedro to begin his research. Pedro loved the
He needed anonymity, and the only place he could find it was Macau. He loved wandering the narrow of streets, cramped with tintins, conflicting aromas of Chinese street food, and chatter.
Above these hole-in-the-wall shops were pastel-colored apartme
Why fight for liberty, if it only creates shallow creatures who’ve never known the lack of it? If hardship disappears, life would be as light as a down feather plucked by a bird who will never remember it once kept him warm.Perhaps if Portugal had
