French Fries, Please

My mentor Mr. Putz and I got together on Wednesday for some afternoon coffee and cake. He picked me up from my dormitory and drove down to the town center a half a kilometer away and parked his green Volkswagen across the street from the café. “It’s close enough that we could’ve walked, I suppose,” … More French Fries, Please

Pinkafeld

A small town of barely five thousand residents, Pinkafeld sits halfway between Vienna and Graz and is tucked away in the wooded mountains that enshroud Burgenland, the least populous state in Austria. A river – or rather, a stubborn stream – runs down the middle of the town and demarcates the northernmost and the southernmost … More Pinkafeld

Kevin

I walked up to my new student, who sat hunched over the plastic, beige desk of the tutoring center and lolled his head back and forth. Next to him stood a tall plastic cup full of chocolate Frappuccino that was half empty. Before sitting down in the open chair next to him, I followed his … More Kevin