Despair on the Express Bus

Her body suddenly pushed up against me as she took her place in the empty seat and the gentle nudge made me open my eyes. I’ve grown accustomed to spending some of my morning and afternoon commute, eyes closed, in prayerful thought about the people and tasks of the day ahead - or the day … Continue reading Despair on the Express Bus

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To Madrid, for a stamp.

"No sir, that won't be a problem," said the heavily accented Dutch voice on the other end of a dim, crackling telephone line.  In the 1980's calling anywhere from Ceuta, one of the two Spanish enclaves on the North African coast, was always problematic, even if it was only to Madrid. "With our centralized computer … Continue reading To Madrid, for a stamp.