JG-House: Policy and Strategy Across the Globe

Author: Geoffrey House

Young Woman and Teen-Age Boy on Sidewalk, St. Louis, Senegal 0

Madeline and Sylvie, Senegal

It wasn’t too hot. The temperature on that Friday in Senegal was agreeable, 22 degrees Celsius, while Lomax and I sat at a table under a big umbrella with remnants of our breakfast. No...

Two Fishermen Unloading Their Catch and Polishing Their Gold 0

Sardinella & Gold, 1

When a few minutes before 3:00pm, our driver, Joseph, who had said little since we left Dakar, drove us into Saint Louis, not far from the border with Mauritania, I felt my anxiety rise....

Hope for Earth's Defenders 0

Hope for Earth’s Defenders

In Latin America, where growing numbers of people die each year taking a stand against violent land seizures and harmful environmental activities, an historic political agreement offers hope for earth’s defenders. It comes too...

Outside the Terminal 1

In Plain Sight: Dakar

I had been on longer flights. But this one was particularly uncomfortable. Lomax, my younger brother, didn’t fare much better on the plane, but he could brush it off faster because he liked to...

Love Lost: Moscow 0

Love Lost: Moscow

The moment I took the final step up the wide staircase and reached the third floor of the MS Sergei Yesenin, I stopped and looked out the window of the door leading to the...

Underground in Moscow 1

Underneath the City: Moscow

That night on the boat I finished reading the yellowed pages of Notes from the Underground. I looked over the railing of the ship’s upper deck into the Moscow River, feeling the warm June...

A Dream Come True 0

A Dream Come True: Moscow

Johanna had been waiting for this moment a long time. A day before, the 40-year-old woman from Holland had talked about her love of Russian literature. Earlier that day, she had mentioned she studied...

Looking for Igor in Moscow 2

Looking for Igor: Moscow

It was somewhere on a bridge over a canal in the middle of Moscow. We realized Igor wasn’t there. Standing on the steel and concrete path above the water, the seven of us looked...

A Warm Evening in Moscow 1

A Warm Evening: Moscow

That evening in June the air was warm. I wore a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of Bermuda shorts; my companions, too, dressed lightly. But I, like the others, carried a small umbrella. Also,...