Arnon Grunberg


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On the West Side Highway my cabbie started a phone call.
"My brakes are not working," he said. "I can't continue driving in this car."
I listened carefully.
"No, man," he said, "I have to return to the garage."
And as if he was in a hurry he then stepped on the gas.
But somehow he managed also to slow down and I left the taxi more or less alive.

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