Me, Auntie Nunu, a drunken father and an African-American in a minivan

“Just one more passenger then we'll head off immediately,” the minibus driver said repeatedly for the past half hour. It's seven o'clock in the morning. There are quite a few people looking to get to Batumi, but nobody wants to get into our minibus – there's one seat left in the back with torn upholstery, …
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