For a while, Vik had a favourite taxi driver in Gaza City: Abu Mahmoud. Vik would call abu M when he wanted to go somewhere within the city. Abu M would pull up in his beaten-up taxi, way past its working days ( a personal car, as most “taxis” are in Gaza) and drive Vik off.
A few times, some of us joined Vik at a local outdoor cafe, to drink coffee or lemonade, smoke Shisha, and type away on our laptops (wi-fi).
Abu Ms taxi was unique, certainly not in its run-downedness, but in its glowing heart. Vik was entraced by it, so was I. Abu M was pretty proud of his heart. Most taxis in Gaza are adorned with hearts and teddy bears (seriously), but Abu Ms glowed.
I keep remembering things about him, but for the moment and posting a number of links, other peoples words or videos of Vik.