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The beginning of September. The magical white page time. Lou-Anne puts on a pair of pale jeans, a bottle-green tunic, and white sandals. She clips little silver half-moon earrings and with a sweep of a hand organizes the dark mane … Continue reading

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My Land is your Land

Artwork by Enrique Cropper “I first heard the story of George’s grandfather, Frank, in the summer of 1990, at one of his famous garden barbecues” je racontais, déjà regrettant de m’être porté volontaire pour faire, en anglais, un speech ‘d’un … Continue reading

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The Neighbour from Hell (Part 2)

Artwork by Enrique Cropper The next day George stepped out of the lift, as usual, and ambled down the corridor towards his office. The ‘Please keep this door closed at all times’ sign on the door of Archive 9D greeted … Continue reading

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The Neighbour from Hell (part 1)

Artwork by Enrique Cropper Why sit there thinking of the past Recounting empty days, gone past, hé hé hé (Becaud) “Another grey day in Brussels. Yes, a typical Belgian summer, eh” chuntered one nameless colleague to another, as the lift … Continue reading

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Tell me sooner rather than later

Illustration by Enrique Cropper “Understanding a colleague’s motivations is key to working effectively together,” I was explaining, as the aroma of our morning coffee wafted over our conversation about career development in the European Regulatory Authority. My colleagues both gave … Continue reading

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