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Endless paperwork, layers of approval hierarchies, and vetted lists thwarted my efforts to find a translator. But what if our man spoke a language not listed? Would we let him wander Ireland, lost and misunderstood? A strange feeling of pity nudged at my heart, mixing with a deep sense of loneliness and empathy. The taste of burnt coffee lingered as I gulped it down, trying to shake off the fog that clouded my mind. My eyes scanned the list of volunteers once more, and I dial

By morning, the world had shifted. The next day dawned in soft pinks and blues, but something was off—nothing tangible, but a creeping unease lingered about our case of the foreigner from yesterday, the nagging sensation we had forgotten something vital. I found myself rested, except for the black circles under my eyes. Half-asleep, I dragged myself to the kitchen and started the Keurig. Larry’s footfalls thudded behind me, followed by the pitter-patter of Rex’s claws. “Morni

I was ready to leave the room with a wave of the hand towards the stranger when the door opened. A springy, middle-aged, tall woman with sharp grey eyes and a friendly expression rushed in, popping out a hand. “I heard you’re here for our patient,” she said, pointing with her chin towards the man in the bed. “I’m Dr O’Malley, treating physician.” With a smile, I grasped it. A warm, firm, reassuring handshake. My gut told me she was someone following her vocation, keeping calm

Two hours later, as I prepared to leave for the hospital to see the “divine” quack with my own eyes, another sudden gust of wind hit the window, bringing a new wave of rain that washed the fallen leaves from the sad branches. After pouring the lukewarm tea into the pot of the tropical tree in the corner, another “gift” from the superintendent, I unfolded from the chair with a huff, preparing for the task ahead. I almost considered asking the tree if it wanted a cup too—hardly

The Naked Man Sometimes the most ordinary days brought the oddest surprises.   He arrived in our lives like a muted storm — mysterious, underrated, a bit strange; upending our fates before we even realised it. The veil had been lifted, but glued to our phones, we didn’t stand a chance of grasping it. We, mere mortals, had no notion of such things. ​ I got the call one rainy morning, while sipping, by exception, my Barry’s in peace, my eyes drifting over the endless list of ad