Colonel Mathura beckons me forward, but the balcony is a maw with a balustrade of marble teeth. The crowd devours me with their cheers. I shuffle forward to be consumed by their support. The midday ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
Henry Banner is my friend. We are never apart, he stays by my side from morning to night. He will always be there for me when things are tough. The problem with Henry is that he doesn't have a driving license, so I take him wherever he wants to go. Henry is a real back-seat driver. He points out to me the slightest mistakes in my driving. If I exceed the speed limit by the slightest amount, Henry rolls his eyes at me. So, I drive gently, I pay attention to the road signs, to the pedestrian crossings, to not having the music on too loud, to name but a few. What's more, Henry never sits in the f