It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.
To be able to live and train in Iraq under these circumstances you need to be brave.
Soon enough it will be me struggling (valiantly?) to walk - lugging my stuff around. How are we all so brave as to take step after step? Day after day? How are we so optimistic, so careful not to trip and yet do trip, and then get up and say O. K. Why do I feel so sorry for everyone and so proud?
It was my mom and I against the world. We lived in New York in this bohemian lifestyle where an extended group of artists and photographers were like my aunts and uncles.
A secret talent or hobby Hmm I weirdly collect shot glasses.
Imagine having "no chain of titles for cars, no VIN numbers, and no DMV. There'd be total chaos! But that's basically the system for debt.