The Froth

The constant driver

3. May 2006

I have been away because I have gone into housecleaning mode. It’s one of these things that come and go, my obsessions that are soon replaced by other obsessions. Hopefully, when this one ends, the house is going to be clean. Sometimes they end before the task is accomplished though. As I was cleaning, [...]

Blondie I’ve told you all this last night, don’t bother reading

4. February 2006

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My new notebook “Can you roll the window up a bit?” I ask the taxi driver. It’s almost 11 at night, it’s freezing and my teeth are clacking. “Why do that? It’s not cold” he protests while smoking away. “It’s cold if I’m cold” I tell him and he rolls it up a bit, turns around [...]

Medieval torture

13. October 2005

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they tortured me but i didn’t say a word Do you know torture? Medieval torture? This is what I went through this morning in the taxi, going to a job interview: -Bouzouki full blast -Driver chain smoking -Freshly washed hair getting all smoky and smelly -Trying to collect my thoughts on work subjects and having to listen to lyrics [...]

Mr. Cab Driver

9. September 2005

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I have a love-hate-love again relationship with taxi drivers. Of course, to understand the feeling you have to meet Greek taxi drivers. No other taxi driver will do. There was a bus strike yesterday and I had to take a taxi. Finally, I find one, although there is already another person in the back seat. [...]