Maliha Fairooz

For those of you not in the know, Sicily is an autonomous island at the toe of Italy and also the largest Mediterranean island. It is almost three hours by plane from Berlin. We arrived in Sicily on a Thursday afternoon and were picked up at the airport by our host at Due Dicilie Maison de Charme —Tanja.

My saudade-home is anchored in the memories of my teenager-into-early-twenties life in Dhaka. Spending my free time sitting with a hot cup of coffee in North End on winter nights, having hour-long addas with friends, playing cards and ludo, or sharing stories with cousins in our drawing room in Old Dhaka.

I arrived in Prizren on a hot day in late May, after an overly complicated bus journey from Shkodër in Albania. What should have been a three-hour bus ride took a total of eight hours, including two hours of transit in Tirana.

When I was 12 years old, I was a wide-eyed girl in sixth-grade history class, learning about the First World War—how the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand by a young man by the name of Gavrillo Princip triggered a war in Europe and plunged the world into chaos.

I know I have not been to every city in Europe, nor have I been to every country in Europe (yet), but I feel confident in claiming that

I moved to Sierra Leone (or Salone as the locals fondly call it)—a small tropical paradise squeezed between Guinea and Liberia—in West

When you think of pyramids, which is the first place you think of? I bet it would be the pyramids of Giza in Egypt. Actually, I won’t hold

Often during holidays, I am torn between my desire to travel far and wide and go back to the comforts of my home and family in Bangladesh.