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18/6/2015

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A few years ago my mother and I spend a weekend in Milan, eating & shopping our way through the city. On our last night we had a lovely dinner with lots of wine, the Best Tiramisu I've Ever Had and a (very) handsome (young) waiter with a great accent who was (unsuccessfully) trying to convince my mother to marry him and take him back to the Netherlands in her suitcase. She will probably deny this ever happened and say it was me he was after. He wasn't.
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We decided to take a taxi back to the hotel and luckily didn't have to wait at all; the first taxi we saw hit the brakes and stopped next to us. The driver was a man in his sixties, very Italian, very kind and happy to drive us even though it was only 400 meters (something to blame on me wearing very high heels and drinking prosecco all day long). We got into the backseat of the car and the driver kept looking and smiling at us through his rear-view mirror, trying to communicate but our Italian is pretty much only Food & Wine-related... apart from those topics we're totally clueless. His English was slightly better than our Italian so he felt confident enough to give it a try anyway.

He looked at me in the review-mirror and then at my mom, asking her very seriously  'Is He your child?'
My mom responded with her perfect English accent (think Stewie Griffin from the Family Guy) 'Well yes, SHE is my child!'
He said 'Oh!', looked over his shoulder and said and nearly yelled

'You have a BEAUTIFUL son!'

I silently promised him I'd pass on the compliment to my unsuspecting brother...

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13/11/2019 11:21:22 pm

I used to work as a taxi driver when I was in my twenties. Well, I had a lot of things that I need to pay for, and driving a taxi was all that I could think of. I was able to earn some money from it, but it was not easy. I had to go drive my taxi all day just to earn a substantial amount of money. I hope that I never do it again, it really wrecked my body.

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