31 October 2011
27 October 2011
Bonbon Menthe
We met the year Patricia Kaas said about the mint candy’s taste “Ca fait du bien quand il pleut”. It is interesting how it is not infrequent that first impressions differ from the way we, after close encounter, see those who are around us. This is why I always try to alienate my first impressions.
One year later, we had to go back our homes in two different corners of the world. We exchanged letters once or twice before we briefly met again in 1995.
Life took me up and down, different countries became temporary homes of mine, hearts meant the world to me but then disappeared, bodies buried, babies’ first cries were heard, and grey hairs became bolder and bolder.
Last week, a stranger knocked on my door. She said she was an expatriate and a friend of a friend of my old friend. He was looking for me from his remote colorful country, but he only had my street address. She went to the address and found out that the house was demolished and neighbors did not know my location. She asked again and a daughter of a security guard in a close building gave her another address. She went there and found nothing. She returned back again to the site of the demolished house until someone gave her a right new address. And there she was at my door telling me that my old friend was looking for me.
Heart warming.
One year later, we had to go back our homes in two different corners of the world. We exchanged letters once or twice before we briefly met again in 1995.
Life took me up and down, different countries became temporary homes of mine, hearts meant the world to me but then disappeared, bodies buried, babies’ first cries were heard, and grey hairs became bolder and bolder.
Last week, a stranger knocked on my door. She said she was an expatriate and a friend of a friend of my old friend. He was looking for me from his remote colorful country, but he only had my street address. She went to the address and found out that the house was demolished and neighbors did not know my location. She asked again and a daughter of a security guard in a close building gave her another address. She went there and found nothing. She returned back again to the site of the demolished house until someone gave her a right new address. And there she was at my door telling me that my old friend was looking for me.
Heart warming.
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