“They gave me your number and said I could contact you.” I’d pulled over while driving as my phone just kept ringing. Not being good at multitasking while driving, I decided that to find out what was so urgent, it was better to pull into a parking lot and attend to the persistent caller. The voice caught me off guard, and it took me a few seconds to connect the voice speaking in Spanish to the conversation I’d had which led to this one. The next day I met her outside the cafe where we had arranged to meet. A small lady with a nervous expression and a quiet demeanour came to the door of the cafe. I asked her if it was her I was meeting, to which she responded that it was. We sat down on the benches covered in cushions, and while I slowly sipped my double-latte, she started to tell her story. A story she’d carried alone for so many years. A story of deep despair mixed with glimpses of miracles. The story of a journey of seeking for more to life then what her country could offer
Life is a journey full of weird and interesting experiences. As the years go by, what was once new and different, has become part of the ordinary and usual. And those things which once brought amazement, no longer catch my attention. So instead of letting the new and exciting fade into nothing, I want to try to capture and keep some of these moments.