These are two Jordanians who I talked to in the street. I don’t know what they are doing in this blog.
At least one of them must be called Mohammed.
These are two Jordanians who I talked to in the street. I don’t know what they are doing in this blog.
At least one of them must be called Mohammed.
Well, I am back up north again, in London Towne. I am alarmed, and vaguely excited by the sheer number of people everywhere. The sheer amount of everything; the scale of things.
The underground gets me particularly, because it is pretty much overflowing. I get a feeling of impending doom every time I enter one of […]