Jane

Om mig

Late afternoon in Salmiya, and the light comes through the blinds in stripes across the floor. I keep the flat cool and quiet. Nobody hurries in here.

I'm twenty-eight and French, and I move between French, English and Arabic depending on who I am with (sometimes all three in one conversation, which tends to amuse people). I'm small, and I stopped apologising for that a long time ago.

I only receive at my own place. It is mine, it is clean, and it is the reason I can promise you discretion rather than merely claim it.