It happened outside a little old cafe in Istria as we sat under a skylight moon. She looks beautiful, my daughter. Haughty and proud … I can smell coconut-oil in her hair on the salty night breeze from the Adriatic at the end of our ancient crumbling street. Jess is 24 and I am three … Continue reading How I found Jess in a Covid blighted city. Now I wait everyday to speak to her…