An evening with a young Eritrean deacon takes place nowhere, in particular, but in the depths of my heart.
A foreigner and a handsome local meet at a dress shop. The foreigner requests a custom-made outfit. The local is a garment worker at the shop and now assigned to make the dress. What will happen once they lock eyes?
Anecdotes of cultural clashes in Asmara and coming to my senses after a series of less pleasant encounters with Asmarinos.