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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