The world, a village

I am having a coffee in Sofia. At the next table, three elderly ladies in animated discussion about the family of my Gorani landlord in Tirana (2004-2007), now living in Sofia.

The world has become a village.

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2 thoughts on “The world, a village

  1. Jean @ Howling Frog

    When we drove up to Oregon a couple of weeks ago for the eclipse, we wound up at the house of a guy my sister-in-law knew when they were kids. He turned out to have lived in Denmark the year after I did. And we knew people in common. Granted this is because we belong to the same church, it’s still weird.

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