What if you made your way home from work one day, or from shopping in your local supermarket or, like 11-year-old Merima, coming home from school? And, just as you do every day, you turn the corner to enter your street… But...what if...where your street used to be there is a huge, gaping crater...and, further up … Continue reading What If?
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was a beautiful little girl, everyone agreed. She had dark hair, pale skin and almond eyes. And she sang like an angel. Everyone agreed on that too. Until she was 10 our little girl lived in the big city. It was a sprawling, bustling, … Continue reading ONE LITTLE GIRL
Harry Rose was a character. It wouldn’t take long for anyone meeting him for the first time to come to this conclusion. I certainly knew this to be true the minute I met him. I also instinctively knew that we were destined to get along together. From the moment his lips parted revealing a … Continue reading THE FUGITIVE KIND
by Caroline Kennedy I’ve always considered it odd that those people who find the idea of taking a cruise attractive, seem to be those who suffer most from seasickness. They’d never admit it, of course, they’d be far too ashamed for that. Is it a mark of weakness, I wonder, to own up to … Continue reading THE CURSE OF NEPTUNE
by Caroline Kennedy On a scorching summer’s day in 1992 the television news reported a fierce attack on the town of Split on the Dalmatian Coast, some 100kms from Zagreb, the capital of Croatia. Split was a town I knew quite well. My mother was from Dubrovnik just a few miles down the coast. At … Continue reading ADAPTING TO LIFE IN A WAR ZONE
Speech Delivered Aboard The QE2 June 1987 By Caroline Kennedy Leaving the Philippines, in 1984, for what seemed like the final time saddened me. I had spent almost two decades there, on and off, and had assimilated myself so much into its history, its culture and its people that many locals referred to me as … Continue reading “THE MARCOSES AND THE MISSING FILIPINO MILLIONS”
Through the heat haze reflecting off the carriage roofs, through the belching smoke from the nearby asphalt factory, through the dustclouds whipped up by the unrelenting winds, you can catch a fleeting sight of them. Like phantoms, blurred, pallid, vague silhouettes, now here, now there, wafting in and out from behind the ancient … Continue reading The Railway Children of Saatli