Feeling great at having over come my fears and accomplished something I had been avoiding since I’d been discharged from the Hospital, I was in a cheerful mood, so we soldiered onto this place where my mother had some work… and wouldn’t you know it—just as we had parked the car, and were walking up to it, the guy was opening the shutters—we told him what we wanted, and he said the guy who handled that department wasn’t there yet, but if we were to check back in after an hour’s time, he’d be there… mom didn’t want to wait, I mean—she could’ve, but she probably thought that I couldn’t’ve, so I told her not to worry—we’ll just take a nice, long stroll, and before you know it, the hour will be up.
Well, the nice long stroll lasted for a good long walk (((this was the same place which we’d come to 10 years ago to hunt down a good tailor to stitch my sister’s wedding dress))) and by the time we’d gotten back to the car with some chips and a dew, I was really upset with myself for not having brought my camera along with me: a good photographer Always has his lens on him at all times, or so I’ve heard… I saw some great scenery that day: a really professional under 18 team playing cricket ((I asked them if they’d be there tomorrow, thinking that I’d come back here again and see if I could get some shots, but he said he had no idea)) and then there was the tree, giving root to another plant from in it, which sort of reminded me of a woman—giving life to another life from it ((and some really great old-fashioned houses, like the ones which existed a hundred years ago… I liked those. They looked so original compared to all the modern structures coming up all around them.
And then we reached the place again, and the guy who was supposed to arrive was there, but needed something which we didn’t have on us, so we said we’d come tomorrow and get it done, and as promised, the next morning—we were there, and I didn’t forget my camera, but I wasn’t able to walk the great distance that I was able to yesterday, so only managed the tree—which I was more than happy with. Mom had finished her work, and we went and got my Pepsi, and then went home. But not before we stopped to find out if Mr Jones would be available anywhere… and the one place that was nearest to the house didn’t have it, so I thought I’d check out a couple of other places in the afternoon, when I had to take my dad out for some work.
Wasn’t there either, heck, they’d gotten rid of their English titles two years back, who knew??? So I was left with checking out a couple of malls closer by to home, but no luck there either, except this one guy at the other end of the city who’d placed an order for the film a couple of days ago so might be getting it in a week or two… let’s see. Anyway, Mcdonalds just happened to be next door, and it was 8, so I thought I might as well have something and go home now… and you know what. You know who I ran into at the place having their burgers and fries and cokes, and then waiting for their cones—these group of people (20/30 something Year olds) and they were talking with a funny accent—I couldn’t quite place it—it wasn’t Arabic, I knew that for sure, and it didn’t seem like any other EUROPEAN country that I could think of, but what—Hebrew? I don’t know?? Turkish, could be… so I turned to the guy sitting next to me, there were 6 in the group, two girls and four guys, and I asked him where he was from… and he said, Oh, IRAN. :)
So, I was just sitting there, trying not to go all “daanish” on this guy’s ass, but I just couldn’t help myself from asking him one last question… I asked him if that was Farsi that he was speaking, and he smiled, and said yes. (((There are usually so many things that come to my mind at moments like this, like starting a conversation with the person and just going on and on and on, but maybe Vicky’s right—I have to start respecting other people’s boundaries; just because I don’t have any, that doesn’t mean that they don’t either… and then they’d gotten up and left, and when I’d gotten up to get my own cone and step outside into the evening air to just gaze out at all the traffic as it was winding down now, I saw them standing on the footpath, enjoying themselves, laughing, and talking… they looked so nice, and it felt nice, and about a half an hour later, I was home. And I was finally able to got to sleep that night, after something like 10/12 days)))
