But sometimes, it also helps to get a feeling for a city: in Cartagena in Colombia, half the girls on Tinder are prostitutes. Sad city. So bad that the rest of the women feel the need to mention that they are not prostitutes.
I can’t afford other ways of adrenaline, so I have to wait for natural disasters.
If you set your computer’s location to Afghanistan, you get bombarded with less adverting.
One day, the majority of people may find it gross or obviously morally wrong to kill animals to eat them.
But this might take longer in the Republic of Georgia, where patrons of a vegan restaurant were disturbed by a mob of people who pelted sausages and meat at them.
Even in the 1990s, my grandmother in Germany believed that I would die if I didn’t eat meat. My counterargument about the millions of people in India who never ate meat and lived until old age didn’t convince her because, as she put it: “You are not an Indian.”
Anyway, I am alive now and my grandmother isn’t, so I won the argument.
The story about an FBI translator who secretly traveled to Syria to marry Denis Cuspert, the German ISIS recruiter, is crazy. But if a white, middle-aged American woman who makes no secret of working for the FBI can travel around ISIS territory unharmed, maybe it’s not that dangerous there after all.