During the week I met a friend in an area where I had lived in the past.
The friend was a little late, so I took a walk around the area, seeing that the Turkish greengrocery where I had been buying fruits and vegetables and couscous was about to be shut down.
The supermarket in which I had done my weekly shopping had been re-arranged, and the personnel was different.
Nevertheless, in the supermarket I saw two people I remembered, one who had even lived in the house where I had lived before. He didn't recognise me, but he was also occupied yelling at the shop assistants for some reason I didn't understand.
Walking around, I passed in front of the Asian takeaway where I had bought food from time to time. It was still the same lady, probably of Vietnamese origin, and when she saw me passing by she said: "Long time no see."
She had remembered me over almost two years, a time in which I had moved several times, living in three different places. We held a little chat. The business wasn't running so well because of the cold weather. I told that I moved away.
I wasn't hungry, and didn't have much time, but I still felt a little ashamed walking away without eating anything after our short conversation.
My friend came. We left the area, talking about the day and the weeks to come.
Die Watchlist EUropa vom 07. Dezember 2024
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2 comments:
living a European life is living a nomad's life, isn't it?
Yes and no. For me definitely - but people like us also bring Europe with us wherever we go, to those who prefer to stay or who need to stay for good or bad reasons.
I think that a European life is more a mindset, it's looking beyond the place where you live, no matter whether this place changes all the time or remains the same all your life.
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