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Witness: Butterflies on a Wheel

Anthony Doerr

‘Butterflies: a long, shimmering curtain.’

Loot

Christopher de Bellaigue

‘As I observed the foreigners at the museum, who turned out mostly to be archaeologists, two American soldiers crossed towards the group.’

The Visiting Child

Karen E. Bender

‘Jane needed a stranger in the kitchen, someone to speak because she could not.’

Mao Comes to Sydney

Georgia Blain

‘After all, it was only politics, and I was too young to understand.’

Fit Mother

Peter Ho Davies

‘The court had given me six months to prove I was a responsible adult and a fit mother’.

A Poet in Cuba

Reinaldo Arenas

‘Perfect totalitarian systems have always been in the vanguard: they modify not only the past and the future, but they also abolish the present.’

Winter

Rich Cohen

‘When everyone was asleep, we put on our boots and waded out into the drifts of Glencoe – a suburban street remade into an eerie winter-scape.’

Honk Honk to Udvada

Chandrahas Choudhury

‘Oh Uncle, it’s such a historical day,’ said Zahra. ‘The eight hundredth anniversary of our arrival in India after we faced so much persecution in Iran, and we’re going to such a big bash, and all you can think about is emus. What will Dr Billimoria think of our family?’

Editor’s Letter: The men who made us

Alex Clark

‘Time comes round and takes your stories.’

Democracy

Joseph Brodsky

‘Nothing, really, Petrovich. That Georgian, you know, that foreign minister of theirs, says that half an hour ago, Himself announced at a press conference that democracy is being introduced here.’

The Grief of Strangers

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

‘Chinechelum said little as her mother drove her to the airport.’

The First Sense

Robyn Davidson

‘Hearing, they say, is the first of the senses we develop in the womb.’

Twenty-Eight Days in Baghdad

Nuha al-Radi

‘Rumsfeld says everything is improving day by day. I suggest he come live here for a couple of days and then say that.’

Vampire

Robert Coover

‘His wife comes in, baring, with a wink, her incisors, and offers him a Bloody Mary.’