The bread crumbs of Tom’s fiction writing trace the stamps in his (currently idle) passport, from Cairo and the Egyptian Sinai to Congo, the cherry-blossomed streets of Odessa, highways and byways of Colorado and New Mexico, lichen-whispered monoliths of Bolivia; the butterfly wing-dusted alleys of Fes, racy Berlin, ludicrous London, and –last but not least– Brussels. His books play devil’s advocate for bungling humans (sur)real and imagined.

Tom has penned satirical columns for the Jerusalem Post, rather more edifying thoughts for Mo*, and De Morgen, frets about global warming, touting renewable energy, electric mobility, & democracy.