By: Mariane Cara

A symbol of how we map out the direction and speed of the winds of change.

By: Wei Fen Lee

The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.

By: Louise Jolly

There’s something more fantastical than ironic about them.

By: Thierry Mortier

“I need a decent bell,” I said.

By: Sónia Marques

I considered it the epitome of bad taste.

By: Ivan Islas

My thermos is like a magic wand.

By: Daria Arkhipova

Hard work is only part of the equation.

By: Paulina Goch-Kenawy

What happened to the family treasures? I don’t know.

By: Serdar Paktin

It’s a gate to my soul.

By: Aiyana Gunjan

Having paid for the ducks, I started to remove the ribbons…

By: Vijay Parthasarathy

We suddenly realized Bingo was missing.

By: Sarah Johnson

“My voices were right!”

By: Gabriela Pedranti

Mafalda was the girl we wanted to be, even as teenagers and adults.

By: Charles Leech

It became the shorthand icon to represent our goal.

By: Luca Marchetti

My pleasure in drinking tea begins with the gesture.