Driving in Jordan; Follow Up
It's the last day of Ramadan, and I guess there needed to be a few thousand last-minute car accidents in Amman. I was sitting here watching a movie when I heard screeching tires and a big Smash sound. This was about an hour ago, and the tow-truck just arrived. I think the cops didn't show up. I understand that people just exchange cash at times like this. Taxi versus nice new-looking white car: taxi one; new car zero.
In other news, I received an e-mail this afternoon from a student I had last year. Perhaps you remember her from this blog. She left school because her parents are nuts, etc. I was really upset when she left. (There is more bad news with student these days than good, it seems. One killed in a car crash a month back, Dr. C told me one recently announced she'll have a baby in May, etc.) Well, she wants to come back, and asked for my help. She had a long dark few months there where she worked some major issues out with the folks, and realized that she's too smart to languish at a trade school. Good news!
I'm going out for my last Iftar this evening with my neighbors. V has left for Palestine.