Car down. Had to take a cab. Not in the mood to talk but the driver most definitely is. He started with the usual: whats your name? Where are you from? I looked at the giant cross hanging from the mirror and the endless images of catholic saints and answered: my name is Mohammed Jaber. From the South. And my trip was so silent and peaceful and enjoyable I just might hire that guy as my personal driver.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 05:33:41 +0000