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i met this guy last night, and after having become far too drunk once again (everyone will be pleased to learn that i have finally discovered the wonders of being sick from too much alcohol) he came outside to rescue me with a hot, healing tea, and talk of his adventures at the cannes film festival. he offered to take me home and promised, "je ne te toucherai pas." i opted to go back with tseten, though, and her poor friend fresh from nepal who was even drunker than i was, hadn't slept for two days, and had to go to work three hours later. even though i know i am usually excessive when inebriated, i somehow feel that i didn't say thank you enough.
my taxi driver was in love with his wife, had two kids, and was from angola. he was thoroughly impressed when i said to him "luanda?" and then asked how i knew so many african capitals. (hah!) i told him of my newfound love of anything portuguese, and we sat in the cab in front of my flat to discuss the meaning of life.
today i feel everything and nothing at once.
i wish i had more to give.
my taxi driver was in love with his wife, had two kids, and was from angola. he was thoroughly impressed when i said to him "luanda?" and then asked how i knew so many african capitals. (hah!) i told him of my newfound love of anything portuguese, and we sat in the cab in front of my flat to discuss the meaning of life.
today i feel everything and nothing at once.
i wish i had more to give.