By John Krivine, July 8, 2010
I got a call from an Oriental man asking for a room for two at my B&B in Israel, and he said one of them would be in a wheelchair. I explained that my establishment didn't meet the proper criteria, but I've had guests in wheelchairs and they got about OK.
Fine, he said, we will be there tomorrow. I didn't think more about it.
Come the following day, a large dirty white van pulls up, and a hyper-active Filipino man jumps out to shake my hand and then sets about energetically decanting his cargo.