Photo by DDP on Unsplash / Tango Transmission I washed my hands while listening to the two women behind me chatting in front of dark pink bathroom stalls. The short dark-haired one, wearing a blue-and-green, flower-covered dress leaned against the wall, while the older one worked on shifting her snug, dark purple dress down her body. “So did you just get back from Germany?” the older woman asked. “No, no, we went to Indonesia,” the shorter one said. That’s when I looked into … [Read more...]