Migrants in Greece find much-needed work as translators for aid organizations. Translation work represents a rare bright spot amid gloomy employment prospects for recently arrived migrants.
This week, Andrew likes the Red Hot Chili Peppers. His parents are relieved that his Bieber phase seems to have ended; last week, every time they got in the car, Andrew would say, “De-spa-ci-to.” And so they would listen to “Despacito” on repeat.
Chris Hedges, Pultizer Prize-winner, teaches a creative writing class comprised half of Princeton students and half of inmates at a women’s prison nearby. He and Boris Franklin, a former student of his, spoke to me about the role of education in prisons, the standing of women, and the necessity of divestment from private prisons.
I’m sitting on one of the loveseats in the Starbucks on Nassau Street, weirdly conscious of my calves sticking to the cold leather seat covers, experiencing what I imagine only certain paparazzi have felt at the peaks of their careers. The strangeness of spending years seeing someone in two dimensions, only to have them sitting across from you, alive and fidgeting. Lorena Grundy gestures at my coffee cup.