I'm sitting with a man on this flight to Germany, and we realized before the flight even took off that we could not communicate. While I pride myself in being fluent in Spanish and English, I know three words of German: hamburger, kindergarten, and gutentag. That's it.
Anyway, around 4:00 am I noticed he was reading a magazine. I looked over to try and see what the article was about, but the only word I recognized was Holocaust. Hundreds of questions flooded into my mind as I looked at the man's hands then his face. He had gray hair... was he born then? What was his heritage? How did he feel about the article he was reading? What was it about?
Anyway, around 4:00 am I noticed he was reading a magazine. I looked over to try and see what the article was about, but the only word I recognized was Holocaust. Hundreds of questions flooded into my mind as I looked at the man's hands then his face. He had gray hair... was he born then? What was his heritage? How did he feel about the article he was reading? What was it about?
Then I realized that I'll never know.
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