My Good friend Kumah Drah is Ghanaian. His father was in the British Army, fighting the Japanese in Burma.  How ridiculous, you might think.  Why would a poor African fight for his imperialist masters against people he had no problems with? 

Think about his then. My father was born in Greece, lived in Poughkeepsie, New York, where he earned

Poles in the street / 15 August 2007 

The three Poles sat on their make-shift furniture, old cushions and mattresses, the drizzle wetting everything.  The closer I got, the greasier they looked; the wet adding to their stickiness. Their dreams of making money evaporated long ago with the alcohol that oozes out of their skin in smelly sweat.