The Hawaiian radio station invites song requests.
“Two Tickets to Paradise by Eddie Money.”
“Good choice. When will you be arriving?” emails the DJ, after I tell her where I am from.
“I’ve been in Kona for three months, and I’ve had a wonderful time, but I’m heading home tomorrow.”
Ilona Rapin is addicted to the curiosity and excitement of wandering the world, which inspires her to write short stories about her impressions.
Through altruistic compassion of neighbours, Ruth Epstein scrounges for food, and coal for her burner. She hurries through desolate alleys to her flat at Thirty-five Rue Rossini for fear of being singled out. Once inside, she adjusts heavy dark curtains across window casings. August 1944: France is liberated. Ruth weeps.
Ilona Rapin is addicted to the curiosity and excitement of wandering the world which inspires her to write short stories about her impressions.
A thousand year-old gnarled and twisted olive tree stands on the Mediterranean hilltop, symbolizing friendship and peace. A silent witness to the rise and fall of empires and civilizations, she extends her olive branches. Reaching, her silvery green leaves rustle in the wind, sending whispers of hope, gestures of peace.
Ilona Rapin is addicted to the curiosity and excitement of wandering the world which inspires her to write short stories about her impressions.