Electricity is shooting from my fingertips. My heart is racing. My breathing fast, too fast. “I can't understand your accent. I'd like to talk with a supervisor, NOW!” My fifth ask. I'm on the phone with COMCAST, have been for the last 2 hrs today; 3 hrs on Tuesday, 2 more last Friday...etc. “I sody mem for … Continue reading On the Train to Auschwitz
