“One Euro one, six for six. Very, very tasty, very, very good!” So went the song of the samosa salesman. He was a youngish guy of South-Asian origin, and I wondered why he sang in English rather than Catalan or – heaven forbid around these parts – Spanish. I normally find these hawkers irritating when … Continue reading The Woman Who Taught Me How to Walk (Again)
The Woman Who Taught Me How to Walk (Again)
Lorenzo Gaertner 