And here we are, a
typical Dutch afternoon, dark pouring sky, hundreds of students around us from
over a hundred nationalities.. [well this is what they say, I have never tried
counting myself], our individual project meetings scheduled in about thirty
minutes:
..and then she goes
‘Oh I saw her picture, I
think she is really pretty’
‘Yeah?… I think so too!’ I surely do.
‘I like this black bean
sauce… ever tried? My first attempt to redirect conversation.
‘..you never told me how you
guys came to know each other’
‘You really wanna know that?’
‘Duh?’ Raised eyebrows.
‘Well… I used to read her
blog’
‘She writes?’
‘Yeah..’ and hers is the only blog I
read.
‘And so do you right?’
‘Call it rambling rather’ That's me, always!
‘..yeah yeah’
‘And where does she study
exactly?’
‘Near Boston?’
‘She got an scholarship too?’
‘Yup!’ Oh I am so proud of her.
‘And what is she gonna study in
Amsterdam?’
‘Law’
‘Ohh…’ She is thinking, has she
found an other connection?
Few minutes of
silence, the only Chinese among us, our food, prevails.
‘Noor..?’ ..and here
she goes on again.
‘Yes, sweetheart?’
‘You know.. it all seems so
nice to me’
‘Yeah I know you like
Chinese’ Lameness takes over.
‘Nooo, I meant what you have
with her and how you talk about her’
…okay so she wants to
talk about this more.
‘..yeah?’
‘Yeah… from how she looks and whatever I know
about her… I feel she’s a really good
person, and you two are a fine match’
‘..really? But only an hour
back you called me an idiot!’ But she did!!.
‘That you are! But
seriously.. you know that you stand out right’.
‘No I don’t, tell me? Rather
‘educate’ me’. I wink.
This time she ignores
me and goes on
‘..and this whole idea of
being together in Amsterdam, Paris and all these places, far away
from home
doing what you love to do…sounds soooo perfect.’
‘...yeah … still few months
to go’
….she does not reply.
‘So Noor, would you be doing
your thesis in Amsterdam then?’
I look at her, such a
broad smile on her face.
‘We will see.’
We both laugh.
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