That time I almost got thrown in prison by an African prince (in Germany)

Trains. Sitting by the window seat on the inter-city express from Hamburg down to M√ľnster watching the yellow fields of raps (the canola in canola oil) speed by was the first moment of semi-peace I had felt since the long flight across the Atlantic to begin my assigned labor in the corner of the Lord's... Continue Reading →

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