the taxi driver
thin wire spectacles
he stared grimly ahead --
what fate awaits me?
---
My first warning should have been when I peered through the taxi window and saw his slicked back hair, wire frame glasses, gaze straight ahead, and a general refusal to look at us or talk to us. He could have been an SS officer. Then on the ride back to the hotel, exhaust poured into the cab, choking us. We tried to roll down the windows, but the handles had been removed. The driver cracked his window down 1/8 of an inch, I suppose when it got too bad even for him. I noticed then that none of the instruments on the dash were working.
It could have been worse, all we ended up with were headaches.
Day 79
the taxi driver
thin wire spectacles
he stared grimly ahead --
what fate awaits me?
---
My first warning should have been when I peered through the taxi window and saw his slicked back hair, wire frame glasses, gaze straight ahead, and a general refusal to look at us or talk to us. He could have been an SS officer. Then on the ride back to the hotel, exhaust poured into the cab, choking us. We tried to roll down the windows, but the handles had been removed. The driver cracked his window down 1/8 of an inch, I suppose when it got too bad even for him. I noticed then that none of the instruments on the dash were working.
It could have been worse, all we ended up with were headaches.
Day 79