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Jonathan Kaplan

‘I grew up with the expectation that I would serve.’

from White Butterflies of Night

Jaan Kaplinski

‘I don’t remember whether I believed that I could just / abandon one life to begin another’

Three Poems

Jaan Kaplinski

‘Things didn’t remember their names and I have begun to forget them’

On the Refugee Crisis

Gazmend Kapllani

‘Europe, my love. You have such a long history; and oftentimes such a short memory.’

Driving in Greater Noida

Deepti Kapoor

‘Greater Noida is a paranoid, fractured land.’

I come from a place on your bucket list

Deepti Kapoor

Deepti Kapoor on travel, authenticity and the peculiarity of being Indian in Uganda.

A Double-Income Family

Deepti Kapoor

When Mrs Mehra leaves Delhi she retires in one of ‘the vast new satellite townships on the eastern fringes of the metropolis’.

Letter From Pondicherry, India

Akash Kapur

‘When I was growing up in Pondicherry, a former French colony on the south-east coast of India, I would go with my family each Sunday to the beach.‘

The Disappearing Beach

Akash Kapur

Akash Kapur on ecological catastrophe in southern India.

Bolivia, 1970

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘There is a demonstration on the other side of La Paz.’

The Snow in Ghana

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘We always carry it to foreign countries, all over the world, our pride and our powerlessness.’ Translated from the Polish by William Brand.

Christmas Eve in Uganda

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘In fact, from the moment I spotted Amin, I made a point of neither accelerating nor slowing down – no turning or stopping.’

Startled In The Dark

Ryszard Kapuscinski

‘Morning and dusk are by far the best times of day in Africa. The sun is scorching, but these times allow you to live.'

Outline For A Book

Ryszard Kapuściński

‘I have come home from Africa, jumping from a tropical roasting-pit and dropping into a snow-bank.’