What does it mean to be made of rust and glass? The answer lies somewhere between these pages. It is part grit, part passion. It is a mix of self-deprecation and self-love. No matter what, it is home. Blood and bone, it is who we are. These are real stories about real people, written by linguistic masters across the region. They make no excuses and hold no punches. And why should they? We are proud to be made of rust and glass. We breathe it in, smog and fresh flowers both, and then we breathe out the greatest art and literature in the world.
