My friend and I live in Estonia, the northeastern border of the EU, and getting anywhere by plane means waking up in the middle of the night. Our boarding in Tallinn started at 5:40, and by 14:00 French, we were having lunch in Chamonix’s Little Boxes. After a bomb scare at Geneva airport (someone left a bag somewhere — I swear I wanted to just march in and open that fucker for all to see) — a Swisstours bus promptly took us to the centre of Chamonix. We didn’t know how (un)eventful getting there would be — I had had Janssen, my friend only 1 Pfizer shot and needed to be tested regularly — hence the relatively tame expectation of walking only 13 km to Les Houches that day.
There Is Something Familiar About Palestine To This Black Man.
I listen or read about the turmoil or whatever nom du jour euphemism that has been unfurled to bully us not to speak truth to power…