I still do not know the actual reason why I am doing this. Well, yes, I do, partially at least. First of all, I am on the Internet because Benjamin has not attached any list to his letter. Thanks to this weird space, I have already found his address and I will soon proceed to … Continue reading #1 Lexington Av/63 St. →

The song says that a house that kind can only exist in New Orleans. Half an hour later, Ram, the driver, gallantly opened my taxi door in Brooklyn, on the other side of the river. The Indian was exultant; I sensed that nobody in this complicated city leaves a tip of 30% per usual. Anyhow, … Continue reading #2 House of Yes →