This evening my translator and I picked our way down a dark alley in order to pay an unannounced visit to the house of a turco, a middle-eastern lender who loans money at exceptionally high interest rates. Considering that these men are known for their cold-hearted business tactics I wasn’t expecting a positive reception to our little pop-in; when we finally found his home, guarded by both barbed wire and shards of broken glass sticking out of the wall, I was almost relieved to find out that he wasn’t there. We left a copy of the survey with his neighbor. Call us!, we wrote on the bottom.
On a less thrilling front, I’m befriending a woman who sells pork dumplings next to the copy shop I visit all the time.
Yeah, maybe you should stick to unannounced DAYTIME visits to dangerous people. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteBroken glass sticking out of the wall? That seems creative, resourceful and just REALLY SCARY. Be careful Kevin, our club needs a president next year! And specifically you as our president next year.
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