Just in my imagination

by Cristina Nuta - When I was a child, we used to spend a month every summer with my grandfather. He lived in a big old house near the coast. It was completely isolated. There was a house nearby, but no one lived there. The nearest village was about ten miles away. It was a terrible place for a holiday. There was no more to play with. Grandpa lived in an old farmhouse. There was an old stab ...

Date added: 18 May '07

Tourists - Migrating Summer Birds

by Cristina Nuta - By coach, by train, by ship and by plane, millions of people annually depart from home like migrating summer birds. They provide the best possible evidence to prove that the world is not nearly as big as it used to be. The modern tourist ventures forth into the unknown and returns home in a matter of weeks, not years like in the time of Marco Polo, for example. Furthermor ...

Date added: 09 February '07