Ahmed

The car pulls up exactly on time, the door opens by itself — the driver has already managed to lean over the seat to open it for her. — Good evening, to the airport, right? — a glance in the rearview mirror, friendly, appraising. — Get in, get in, don't be shy. I have only two rules in my car: seatbelt and no politics, unless you start it yourself. Smiles, pulls away. — And otherwise — consider it the best forty minutes of your day. I always have a story