Postcards from Hell: 14. Ice cream men
February 7, 2013
You can always tell when the ice cream man is near. Growing up in England it would be the distorted strains of a nursery rhyme sounding from the ice cream van somewhere down the street. Here, in Islamabad, it comes from a tricycle and I have no idea where the exceedingly irritating jingle comes from. … More Postcards from Hell: 14. Ice cream men