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Bello Location: 10:45 yest, 9th Street & Ave A Mood: thoughtful Music: We tried to find some words  Until early last Thursday morning. My name's Logan, I said. Che cosa? she asked. She spoke almost no English. Of course. So, after a bit, I decided to have a real-life IM with her. I typed out sentences on my phone and she read them and answered slowly. Her name was Roberta. She was going to see Niagara Falls (Cascata) with her family who were sitting somewhere else. We passed an hour chatting back and forth. When we arrived I said goodbye and started my work in Buffalo. Late that night, I caught the last flight to New York. And there she was. I never thought I'd see her again. She waved to me and as she walked over, I laughed and took out my phone. She too was only there for a day. The cascata was bello, she said, but way too freddo. Her: How old you? Me: Guess. Her: 24? Me: (shaking head) No, 34. Her: Wow. Me: How old are you? Her: Guess. Me: 24? Her: (shaking head) No, diciotto (18). I laughed and said, Of course you are. She didn't understand and just nodded. Then I stopped again said, "I hope you stay good and that Life is kind to you." Maybe I said that because I knew she wouldn't understand. She looked at me with a puzzled smile so I smiled back and said slowly, Goodbye, Roberta. Arriverderci, Logan, she said. I nodded and walked outta JFK and hopped into a car. Had another weekend, another story, but that's for another time. Funny, airports are such sad and happy places at the same time. Labels: dialogue, goodbye, random meetings, traveling  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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