She thinks that I was born yesterday. She thinks that I go out with the tide and fade at the end of the day. She thinks my hairs aren’t numbered. And when pricked I don’t cry in pain. Just cause I smile like a child born yesterday. And she thinks that I was born… Continue reading She Thinks!
Unfinished Stories of an Expat in M̶a̶l̶a̶y̶s̶i̶a̶ Germany