An evening with a young Eritrean deacon takes place nowhere, in particular, but in the depths of my heart.
A foreigner and a handsome local meet at a dress shop. The foreigner requests a custom-made outfit. The local is a garment worker at the shop and now assigned to make the dress. What will happen once they lock eyes?
I learned new superstitions in Eritrea this past summer, and others are gleaned from my mother’s musings.
Part 2 of tips aimed to guide diaspora in Maekel Ketema – [the neighborhood] in the African city that never sleeps.
Anecdotes of cultural clashes in Asmara and coming to my senses after a series of less pleasant encounters with Asmarinos.