To catch a Gotha

In this era of satellite imaging, drone strikes and stealth bombers, it’s hard to imagine an air war the way it was experienced a century ago. I remember myself sitting in front of a TV in the comfort of my living room in January 1991, watching explosion flashes in an eerie green hue – the… Read More

The Other City

“The river sweats, oil and tar, the barges drift, with the turning tide, red sails, wide, to leeward, swing on the heavy spar. The barges wash, drifting logs, down Greenwich reach, past the Isle of Dogs” The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot   We look, but we don’t see. We listen, but seldom hear. We feel,… Read More