A SIP, A SMILE, A STRANGER: LONDON LESSONS ON A BUS
By Fredy Macha At first I am wary sitting next to him in the bus. Winter has faded away; spring casually stepping in, just like Bob Marley’s 1973 song: “The sun shiningAnd the weather is sweet, yeahMake you wanna move; your dancing feet now.” I sit apprehensively, listening discreetly to the slurp, seep, slurping of…
