It was our first lengthy talk. We briefly ran into each other before and exchanged few words, but that evening amid dozens of other recruits in the military base, we had the opportunity to talk about everything and anything. I do not know how the talk took us to the musical styles we preferred, but when I mentioned the name of my favorite singer, P seemed surprised. He said it was difficult for him to catch the lyrics of her songs because they were in a different dialect. I commented it was a matter of time and if we listened carefully, we could understand the words. P asked if I knew the lyrics of a certain mellow song that he loved without understanding the meaning. I explained it and added jokingly that I could even sing it. P was impressed and complimented me for my voice and singing skills. I thought he was sarcastic because my voice, husky as I have ever been told, had never been a singing material. P seemed honest though. He even asked me to sing it again.
It was a bit strange. In the recreational hall of the military base (where we were both performing our military service) and while dozens of other shaved head guys were shouting, talking, fighting, swearing or whatever, there were the two of us, in some corner, having our own live singing show.
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