In
one 24-hour period I woke up in my small French-speaking village; went to an
international airport and had more typically French fare for breakfast; flew an
hour into the middle, flat part of Germany; had “Butterbrötchen” a sandwich,
for lunch followed by another under-an-hour flight to a port city where I
proceeded to enjoy the local beer offerings.
Dinner
was in an Iranian restaurant amongst Persians who had all attended the German
school in Teheran. Playing on the TV in the background was the World Cup
Switzerland against France.
What
will tomorrow bring ?
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