Maybe the bus is being hijacked. Maybe we’re taken to some obscure hideaway in the Turkish hinterlands and held for ransom. My imagination is running wild.
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Expat trials and tribulations
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When you grow up in Holland and ride a bike and eat cheese and the wildest animal you ever see is a stork, it doesn’t occur to you that one …
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A cooking crisis in Ghana showed me the wisdom of Einstein the repair man: If you don’t want to fix it, say that the problem does not exist.
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They are huge, dressed in black leather, and one of the two is shouting at me in Russian as they’re striding toward me in the quiet street. I don’t understand …
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After my nightly shower in my lovely bathroom here in Moldova, I make an unpleasant discovery: A tiny dark alien thing has taken up residence at the top of my …