November 2010

I was able to procure a one-hundred-pound bag of white flour from a local merchant with shadowy connections.He “slipped” me the bag at an exorbitant price. Jubilant, I dragged my black-market treasure home, called my friends to share in the bounty and a flour-scooping orgy followed in my bedroom.

The expat life has its dramas, crises, traumas, and adventures, some more exciting than others. Did you read my earlier tale of my getting trapped in the toilet of a…