The other hand [antikvár]

Most days I wish I was a British pound coin instead of an African girl. Everyone would be pleased to see me coming. Maybe I would visit with you for the weekend and then suddenly, because I am fickle like that, I would visit with the man from the corner shop instead \' - but you would not be sad because you would be ^ eating a cinnamon bun, or drinking a cold Coca Cola i, from the can, and you would never think of me again. ' We would be happy, like lovers who met on holiday ' and forgot each other's names.iA pound coin can go wherever it thinks it will be ^ safest. It can cross deserts and oceans and leave the ij sound of gunfire and the bitter smell of burning thatch behind. When it feels warm and secure it will turn around and smile at you, the way my big sister