Where, by Paula Morris
Where are you from, I ask the waiter. He is from Brazil, Poland, Florence. Sometimes he is from Mexico, and I say: so is my nephew�s fianc�e. In Auckland the taxi driver who lives in Henderson is from Afghanistan. There are forty of them there, he says. They love it, but they have to make their own bread. In New York the taxi driver is from Pakistan. He asks me where I�m from, and