Cheers to Babylon

We’ll meet again one day

in Babylon, it’s not far away

I’ll lay out my armour

you’ll leave your armchair

We’ll sing tales of old

We’ll find out in time

Mozart’s unfinished requiem

You’ll play Lacrimosa

and I’ll call you Barbarossa

We’ll look for St. Clementine

is he still on his tea and croissants?

We’ll sing of Galileo

and reminisce Ronnie Dio

Do you think he feels hollow

Despite them chanting

Eppur Si Muove

And when you’ve found love

And I’ve found life

we’ll send each other postcards

written in the dark

in the shadows of a theater

while Lubitsch paints a story

and we find we’re turning thirty

We’ll raise our pens in silence

Cheers to Babylon.

 

Bukahara

‘Can someone take away my name

And let me go back to the start

I would give to you my story

If you let me keep my heart’

Sometimes the incidents that you’d never wish for are the best motivators. Somewhere along the way you realize that not everyone who seems polite and respectful means well. Sometimes the twenty-something year old college dropout-turned-bike-mechanic may be a far better human being than a dignified 54 year old journalist with numerous accolades to his name. As a woman, it’s hard finding safe spaces in unfamiliar countries. Over two decades of living in Asia, almost seven years of living in India, one of the most notorious countries for rape crimes, and I still find it surprising that the most unsafe situation and one of the most awkward scenarios I’ve been in, took place in the first world, in Europe nonetheless.

I plan to travel solo around Europe. This incident was the pushing factor. I feel I have something to prove, to myself. But before I leave I’ll buy myself a knife and some pepper spray.

‘I’ve been walking, walking for hours

so long that I forgot my home

And I’ve been dancing

under the oak trees

and I danced like I’ve never danced before’