One morning before Christmas I drove through our neighbourhood when a long queue caught my attention. “What a rigmarole!” I was astonished. I knew there is a place in the shopping center, where poor people can get foodstuff and I had often sawn people line up there, but those lines …
Ten years ago I spent one year in a rehabilitation centre in China. There was a man, who was paralysed from the neck down, sitting in a wheelchair, his wife pushing it. It seemed to me that speaking was the only thing he could do in average Joe’s manner. I …