Why must humans go to extremes? More evil taxi driver experience today. This time a neo nazi who spoke of Europe without understanding the difference between Europe and the EU. He asked me where I was from.
“Eímai apó tin Amerikí” I say.
"Killer country!" he replied in English.
Ada said something sharp, something smart, something very diplomatic, something I can’t remember – and he shut up. I just rested my head on her shoulder, and she rested her head on my head – we were both too tired for this conversation. Still, it bothered me. I contemplated his arrogance and irony while in the warmth of a bakery, as Ada bought coffee. I miss home-home.
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