The twisted mind of an expat.

I'm in New York City for the next three weeks. On one stretch,  between my office on 35th to the bus on 42nd, I hear not one - not two - but three Hebrew conversations. I get on the bus, there's a six pack of hard lemonade in my seat; former passenger leftovers. I drop... Continue Reading →

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