From the Backseat

Ramallah The taxi driver arrives, the honking begins. We're coming, we're coming. I get in and tell him my co-worker is on the way, then I remember I forgot a book upstairs, so I run up. When I've gotten back to the taxi, my co-worker's bag is in the car, but now he had forgotten... Continue Reading →


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