How To Start A Home Business In a Foreign Country

    Magdelena stood in the doorway, framed by the rising sun, and said, “Would you like to go with me to visit Uncle?”
    “Oh, yes,” I replied, not wanting to pass up any opportunity for cultural enrichment.
    I put on my shoes and started down the path with her.
    “Uh… I should tell you…” she began, and then trailed off.
    “Yes? What is it?”
    “Well, you see… Uncle is, ah… well, you know… dead. I hope you don’t mind.”
    “Not at all,” I reassured her. “I like meeting dead people—they are so… so…