I think you can turn every conversation into a book, or as inspiration. There’s a guy here who only sits on the wooden military chairs, never on the cushy wool fabric ones. And it’s pretty cold in the kitchen. He was telling us why he likes the wooden ones. He started talking about his life in Greece at school and growing up. About all the kids going on strike and sleeping in the school and setting fire to furniture to keep warm, and then trying to avoid the principle, because he would get into trouble. It made me realise I have no idea if people are lying or telling the truth, but with stories like that it doesn’t matter, no one is getting hurt.
How interesting people’s lives really are. You meet someone and they might smile or not, you might like them or not but really you have no idea what is going on in their life. If they drink every night to get to through the next day, if they read the newspaper every morning, if they like their wife or husband, all you see is what they let you see.
We take life for granted. Well I have been. I spent a month on the quickest whirlwind tour of Europe. (More about that later). I was so scared about running out of money, not seeing everything, getting back to Ireland, getting a job, seeing my friends in Germany. That I didn’t just slow down and take in the scenery.
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