As I did last year, I brought her a gift. Like last years token, the gift was a 4 x 6 snapshot in a frame. This year's picture is the one posted above. She was so excited. She called another lady over who was not cutting at the moment, another lady from Vietnam. She told her about my trip and the other lady was excited, too. They asked about the plane ride and chopsticks and food and my diversion into Cambodian and if anyone had offered to marry me. I answered as best as I could dealing with language issues. But English or no English, it came through that they thought it was incredible I spent time in their homeland. I wish they could understand better my viewpoint that it was an honor for me to be in the country of their birth. I take it that they are Buddhists but they expressed appreciation for my efforts. My efforts are flawed but it doesn't matter to them. For whatever reason, they left their native soil, the soil I've chosen to visit, and that matters to them. Maybe some seeds planted there will take root, maybe even in a far away barber shop.
Applicable quote of the day:
“A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in.. And how many want out.”
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