I have a cleaner. Here’s why.
On Thursday night after dinner, Felix and I were out on the porch with friends discussing the pile of dishes stacked in the sink and who should do them. “Leave them for mana,” he said, referring to Florencia*, our landlord and neighbour. “I’ll leave her a normal amount,” I said, meaning just a couple of bowls…
What do you do when a stranger on the street asks you for money?
A couple of weeks ago, I was having brunch at a popular expat beach spot with a researcher friend, another Australian. As we sat chatting with our feet in the sand, men carrying wooden poles strung with fruit wound their way through tables, offering tightly bagged passionfruit and spiky fresh pineapples to brunch-goers. They’re a…