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Monthly Archives: March 2008

Paying Dues

An old woman walked by my cabin in the hallway and motioned for me to follow her down the train. I left my belongings on the seat, hoping that nobody would steal my rucksack. I had nothing of value inside, but the bag itself had garnered me a lot of compliments lately, so […]

Bye-Bye!

When it was hot in Korea I would leave my apartment and go down the block to buy a beer or a soda from the old man with no teeth.

Magyar Underground

Hungary has some excellent food, especially if you like hearty food full of sausage, potatoes and paprika. It’s the kind of food that kind of sits in your stomach like a rock and you don’t have to eat again until the next day. A lot of times my meals would be served in […]

Cloves

Old fishermen never die. They just smell that way.
In Istanbul, there’s a group of old fishermen who sit on the Galata Bridge all day, pulling fish out of the Bosphorus. Sometimes old women will bargain with the fishermen over their catch, and if the fish is still alive, he’ll bang on the […]