In Lisbon, a city that plays games, a man, John, encounters his mother sitting on a park bench. She laughs with the impudence of a seventeen-year-old schoolgirl. She has been dead fifteen years.
In the Islington home of Hubert, his fellow student at art school, John remembers a girl he knew back then. To touch her skin was to sense a horizon, to be transported. He used to call her Oslo.
In this nomadic book which travels through fictions across Europe, seemingly disparate stories reveal themselves to be linked, mislaid objects find their place. Sensual memories from the past penetrate the present like salt. Cities - Madrid, Krakow, Lisbon, Geneva, London - are mapped as redolent hybrids of old world and new. As it passes frontiers and time-zones, 'Here Is Where We Meet' is beautiful, playful and unexpected.
