in greece
Having called my Kenyan-born friend’s friend a few days before arrival, and having his home and cell number, i don’t expect much problem reaching him. His work ends at 11pm, and my plane lands at 11:30, so the timing should be just right – wrong. I call several times, even cautiously ringing the house once, hoping i’m not waking up the family, but get no answer.
A 50-something year old tout latches onto me after the bus lets us out at Syntagma square, the main square in Athens. He asks “ladies?” I tell him “No, hotel or internet cafe”. He points down the street, tells me a name, and then points up the street to a internet cafe, then, while walking with me, asks me to buy him a pack of cigarretes. “They only cost 4 or 5 euros”. What a joke, i respond by giving him a one euro coin for his 20 seconds of trouble, and when he spits out “Stingy” after me, i almost turn back to ask him to return it if he doesn’t want it, but just ignore him, and walk up to the internet cafe. The lady in Malaysia is pleading for the cover artwork for the book to be printed soon, but no one here has a usb port, so i am out of luck.
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