Category: Truman Story

When the scaffolding outside my new place was finally removed, someone started drilling in the flat upstairs. But not their walls – their floors. In other words, my ceiling. As soon as that work had been finished, I started noticing that I was becoming very forgetful, much more than I’d ever been before. Where did…

The townhouse I lived in had four bedrooms, and the landlord, Ross, rented out three of them while occupying the other. On the ground floor lived a quiet guy who was very nice. Ross certainly liked him. But out of the blue, he started disparaging him. “He cooks too much and uses up too much…

When I woke up the following morning – and on virtually every single day since then, even up to today – there would always be someone waiting for me on my quiet street. Not necessarily a man who’d run towards me like on Day One, but invariably some person on my street, which had previously…

There may be nine million people in London, but no one would call it “the city that never sleeps”. Having moved here from Georgia, a small Eastern European country tucked away between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, I know why the British capital doesn’t have that nickname. Because when I used to leave…