The Archaeologist
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In search of the great treasure of human stories.
Stories (7/0)
The Brother Bakers of Brighton
When the loaves of bread came out of the oven, Phillip would carefully look for the biggest and crispiest of the batch. He would then pick it, wrap with paper and tie it with a golden lace before setting on top of the oven, to keep it warm.
By The Archaeologist2 years ago in Fiction
5 Things You Probably Missed on Your Last Trip to London
London is a big city. No, London is actually a metropolis. Wait, even better, London is a huge global megalopolis. One that naturally absorbs all the spices of the world and mixes them in its many boroughs, like a huge caldron of multiculturalism. But, perhaps more than that, London is the one city that has been influencing cultures around the world for the longest time.
By The Archaeologist2 years ago in Wander
It Happened on the Last Train I Entered
It’s morning in early October and I patiently wait for the train at Berlin Hauptbanhoff. I read something on my e-book. But I’m not really reading, I just scan the letters on a blank stare. My mind is lost somewhere else. I have been traveling quite a lot lately. Not for work, but simply because my job gives me the freedom to work from anywhere I want.
By The Archaeologist2 years ago in Wander
The house in the sky
It all started with my husband one day climbing the mountain behind our town, carrying planks, a bag of nails, a saw, and a hammer. My younger son ran towards him in excitement, but my husband must have scolded him pretty harshly, because a second later he was crying next to me. But I knew my husband well, so I decided to give him space. He was a good man, perhaps not very good at explaining himself, but that could barely be seen as a flaw.
By The Archaeologist2 years ago in Fiction