Excerpt: Once, when we took the subway from Manhattan to Queens, my wife’s elbow was bleeding, because she had stumbled. A woman, sitting on a seat next to her said: “Come on, let me look, how I can help you. I am just coming from Sarajevo, I escaped the war in Serbia, I’ve seen worse things, believe me!” And then she dried the wound on my wife’s elbow. We never forgot that friendly face… Continue reading
