As I do not know the language of this country, there is a problem. Others gather, seem to sympathize, but I can’t make them understand me. A stranger approaches. He looks like me. At first I take him for a fence or a pimp, but he offers me neither gizmo nor girl. He takes me to a bar. By motions my new friend asks what I would like. I shrug. He orders. I say “same for me.” No one understands this. Nonetheless, drinks of a dark, smoky color are served. The glass is warm and not too clean. … [Read more...]