Monday, September 10, 2012

Bread, ham, and sun dried tomatoes

          In the airport in Amsterdam, I met a guy from Kazakhstan. Our conversation lasted maybe a minute and a half and most of the communication was through facial expressions rather than words. Still, he made my day. I can’t target just why. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I had never met anyone from the Middle East before that moment, and it brought to my attention just how big this world is. Maybe I liked noticing that he seemed curious about how much I smiled. Or perhaps there is some thrill behind the encounter with a perfect stranger – someone who knows and assumes nothing about you, and you are in the same position with them. And then, just like that, you pay for your food and walk away.

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