Arja Salafranca

Freedom is a man with one arm, a happy smile showing perfect white teeth, a man who answers the phone in Maintenance with a chirp in his voi...

Marianne Faithfull on YouTube takes me back. It’s the 70s, green eye shadow colours her lids and her blonde hair is flipped sweetly back. Sw...

You’re only ten weeks old, and yet you were born thirteen years ago, out of the death of one relationship, a cat was acquired. A birthday gi...

Catherine Charlotte Anne Eliza, Graeme Hepburn, and Henrietta Augusta, dead, within months of each other. Dead at two- and four- and nine-ye...

When I was thirty-four I dialled your number again sitting on a curb in the Spanish village of Nerja, in the bright afternoon sun. But when ...

Every night now, and it’s the fifth night of a week-long cruise down the Danube. She sits there, a lone woman, must be eighty if she’s a day...

According to a report in last week’s Daily Telegraph , the alarm clock may well be going the way of the dodo. Apparently more and more peopl...

The statue of starving, granite figures grasp against the Bavarian blue sky. I stop there, pause, can't go on any longer, hit delete. Ge...

It was ten to six, and the sun was still hot. It would be another hour before it would go down. Around us, in the outdoor coffee shop, child...