A Life in Crisis I have lost count of the number of people who ask me, with a puzzled face, why I don’t do something with my life. Sometimes they go so far as to tell me that I am “wasting my life”, the full catastrophe of my present condition laid out in front of my eyes, without anesthetic. The last time this happened, it came courtesy of a new co-worker, who then proceeded to tell me all about her sister in law. How could you have been in this country for 13 years and still be “here”, meaning “in this cafe”? “My sister in law is Chinese, she came…