The Widow in Moldova - Kailah's Story

I pulled my jacket closer and looked out at a vast expanse of dead farmland and worn-down houses - we had gotten up early in order to cross the Romanian border, and this would be our first event in the Republic of Moldova.

We only had fourteen more events to go.

I really needed a cup of coffee…

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"Sit Down, You Look Like a Fool..."

I was watching the audience seated in front of me in the back room of the restaurant as our speaker gave the invitation: a few dozen Serbian teenagers shifted uncomfortably in their seats, fixing their eyes pointedly at different areas of the dusty tile floor. No one moved to stand…

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Can One Story Change Your Life?

“Ow…!” The man stumbled and bit his lip, stifling a curse. He could taste the grit in his beard. “This is stupid,” he kicked at the dry rock that he had tripped over with a sandaled foot, “I don’t even LIKE this stuff…”

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