Reading coffee grounds is a tradition from my country, Cyprus. We used to call out of the window in the mornings before breakfast and take it in turns to gather round in each other’s houses. Now we get together here and it’s become a daily ritual again. We always use white Turkish coffee cups like… Read more
I left Barbados in 1958 on the Surriento, an Italian migrant passenger liner. As I was boarding the ship, my grandmother gave me an embroidered handkerchief with something wrapped inside. She told me not to open it until I arrived in the mother country. I opened the little bundle on the train to Victoria and… Read more
I use prayer beads every day, all the time when I can and when I feel like it. Not only in the mosque but also on the bus, at home and at work. These actually belong to my brother but we share everything as what belongs to him belongs to me. We are family. Return… Read more
I bought these in Chincheros in Cuzco, Peru. They are made by Incan women from remote communities who sell them to help raise their families. I bought this little pottery bowl when I was a child living in Independencia in Peru and it came with me to England because it reminds me of my origins.… Read more
