The taxi driver…
We drove away and asked the taxi driver how his day was. Usually, you get a polite answer…not this time.
He had heard, 3 hours ago, that his father had died in Ukraine and they couldn’t find his body. The taxi driver had no one else here in town. No one to talk to. And to his father in Ukraine? That was not possible, there was no money for that. We invited him over for a cup of coffee, but there was no room for that either. He had to work… After a short conversation, a hug and some practical help… he drove away… Alone in a big city.