On a bus with an asylum seeker
My flight from Los Angeles to San Francisco was overbooked. There was a generous voucher to take for a volunteer who was willing to take the next flight. The next flight was scheduled for the next day in the morning! I wondered why not take a bus through the California hinterlands instead. So, I volunteered. At the bus stationâs waiting area, an Indian-looking man walked towards me. Before I could say something, he asked me in Hindi where I was from. âHaryanaâ, I replied, assuming he was an Indian. He didnât recognize it. âThatâs beyond west Punjabâ, he asked further in Hindi. âYesâ, I replied. ...




