Wishbone

Wishbone is dead. My little white friend suffered, but never missed to show his happiness when I was getting close to him. And me? I thought his suffering was a pain. Was disappointed he was tired and old.

millionaire (in American dollars)

An immigrant's dream. I have two ways to get there. Design earphone wires that would not get tangled. Invent a new knot for shoe laces that would not get undone.

immigration

in the rain for a buck

I rarely take an umbrella along. When it rains I count on the power of capitalism to produce an umbrela salesman at every street corner of the city. And it does. It is always an immigrant.


immigration