I love and I hate this country. I want to come home but I don’t want to leave. If my skin turned brown, and my bank account disappeared, left to make a living here, with nothing but will and hard work, With my wife and son looking to me for food each day, I can […]
Okay, let’s get a few things straight: That is not bonsai, it is saplings, moss and compost held together with scraps of barbed wire. No, I will not buy one. Why? Because I am at the traffic lights, on a motorcycle, on a 6 expressway!