Road Rage I watch him through the two layers of window, one of mine, one of his. He must have felt my stare burning into his skin, I watch him glance at me sideways, catch my irritated expression and yet coolly return to his apparently more-interesting conversation on the phone. Continue Reading
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P for Poland – Let the feast begin!
As the train departs from Berlin towards Warszawa, Poland, I watch him rub his hands in glee, his eyes sparkling with infectious enthusiasm. “What’s so special today in Poland, Sri?” I am met with silence. His eyes have taken on a glazed sheen, almost like that on a doughnut. Irritated, Continue Reading