Taxi! (Berlin): Salman

I will call him Salman because for once, I didn't take notes during the drive and failed to write the blog about him right away, so four days later, I have no clue what his name is anymore.

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Taxi! (Berlin): Murat

This Palestinian driver spent most of his childhood running from bombs, bullets and death threats and was born in a refugee camp in Lebanon. His parents settled down in the new host country and tried to make the most of their new life.

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Taxi! (Berlin): Hakan

There are days when I know immediately whether a taxi ride is going to be unusual or extraordinary. The drive with Hakan was worth every superlative I could think of that day

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Taxi! (Berlin): Johann

The moment I met Johann, I knew he was not a native Berliner in any which way. You can take a Bavarian out of Bavaria, but you can never change the accent.

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Taxi! (Berlin): Lutfi

Sudden storms or long rainy days are always an excuse to grab a cab, and I do so in the hope that I will land another interesting story. Such was the story of Lutfi that I discovered last week

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Taxi! (Berlin): Serkan

I first met Serkan at the train station upon returning from one of my trips with Champagne. He was in line at the taxi stand and was highly amused at the cat backpack and the cat herself.

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Taxi! (Berlin): Wladimir

The other day I met Wladimir, a chatty fellow who had no qualms about telling me his story and explaining many of Berlin's, shall we call them underground societies. Born in what is now recognised as the Republic of Kazakhstan, Wladimir grew up in the former USSR speaking Russian and German.

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