Being a poor ‘Whitey’

I was tired from a night spent in the air high above Africa. Still I wanted to accompany the couple to the mall where I had to check what happened to my rental car. I hoped that he George would have a car to make a quick turn to the next shopping mall but he didn’t. . . . → Read More: Being a poor ‘Whitey’

My new suburban home

It was a sunny morning in autumn when I arrived in the mother city. The airport had changed significantly. It seemed that everybody was training for the world cup that was about to start in 26 days. The rental car area became almost as big as the old arrival hall. After a failed attempt to pick . . . → Read More: My new suburban home