Saturday, October 21, 2006

It’s Very Hard Sometimes















Today I was in line at the grocery checkout and the woman ahead of me was three lira (about $2) short on her bill. She started pulling food out of her bags, the good things she had bought for her young son, who was standing next to her watching. I felt so bad I gave the checker the three lira, just so the little boy could have his Cars Cheerios. But the woman refused my money and left.
It’s these types of situations that make living here hard. I think I am being clear or kind, but I am misunderstood. I make an invitation to friendship because I am alone here, but there is no response that I can recognize.

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