He Was My Friend, But He Was A Racist And I Didn’t Know
I never forgave him, and now he’s dead
I met Robert in 2002. At the time, the American multinational company I worked for put me in charge of their sponsorship of the July 4th US Independence Day celebration in Geneva, Switzerland. It was a big deal and I wanted to do a good job.
Robert was Swiss and was in charge of moving around furniture and large objects at…
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