The most british story I’ve ever heard

This is where the Ceremony ends. Our Yeoman Warder answers our questions in a stern, yet funny, manner.

Yesterday, I attended with some friends the Ceremony of the Keys at the Tower of London. It is the oldest ongoing ceremony in the world, carried out, without fail, for nearly 750 years.

The Ceremony lasts only for seven minutes, commencing at exactly 9.53 pm. Escorted by Foot Guards, the Chief Yeoman Warder (who must have served in the armed forces for more than 20 years) locks first the Middle Tower Gate (39) and then the Byward Tower Gate (38). Once locked, none of the gates can be opened from the outside, even if someone had acquired a set of the Keys. Read more

A literary stroll in Saint-Germain-des-Prés [Photos + map]

Somehow, I had never been to Paris; despite living in London for the past five years and being just two hours away by train. I finally made it two weeks ago, but only for a weekend.

I spent my Saturday sight-seeing, just to cross the main spots off my list, and decided to treat my Sunday as a free day. I already knew what I wanted to do: walk around Saint-Germain-des-Prés. For those who don’t know, it is the neighbourhood where many major writers used to live. Read more

One of the most ancient tribes in the world is in great danger [Video]

The Jarawa are one of the indigenous people of the Andaman Islands in India and their population is estimated in between 250 and 400. They are considered the purest genetic stock of the earliest humans known to have inhabited these islands, as they migrated from Africa over 60,000 years ago. This makes them one of our few remaining living links to the ancestors of the human race. Read more

Five years in the UK

Translated by New Diaspora

As of today, I’ve been living in the UK for 5 years. 60 months. 1,826 days. Did I make each one of them worth it? No. But I did make enough of them.

I don’t intend to write a full retrospection, like I did in my three year anniversary. I just want to write down a few thoughts, scattered and perhaps not that meaningful. Read more

Three years abroad: the account of an expat

Translated by New Diaspora

Today it’s been 3 years I’ve been living in the UK; an immigrant, just like my grandparents back in the 50s. The following story is an account of these years, but, at the same time, a confession of things that only few people know about me.

I decided to leave Greece when I started feeling sorry for myself. I was 26 years old, I had just completed my military service, I was living again with my parents and I had spent my whole summer working as a waiter at our family-run restaurant, which we had to close down a year later, unable to cope with the economic crisis and the consequences of all-inclusive tourism. Read more

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