I was feeling slightly worse today, and as if to add to it, the air conditioning in my apartment stopped working. I was internally like “great, one more worry for me to handle now.” I put up a maintenance request with my apartment management – “AC stopped working, it’s getting hot in here, por favor SEND HELP!”, and they sent help.
A short man with a weary face but an innocent child-like
smile knocked on my front door. In broken English, he communicated that he was
there to install a temporary window AC for tonight. I was like “alright, come
on in.” He installed it, and while leaving, he stopped in my living room and
glanced at something. To be honest, my living room is full of clutter lately,
with books and sticky notes spread everywhere. I was curious to see if he’d
react, and then he reacted, but his reaction was unexpected - he asked me where
I was from. I replied “I am from India, what about you?”, and he said something
that I couldn’t quite understand. Took me 3-4 repetitions from him to figure
out that he is saying “Guatemala.”
I will be honest, I am very ignorant of Guatemala and I can’t
quite point out where it lies on a map. But in cases like this, I have this
trait of making an overly positive guess, so I replied to him “oh wow, it must
be a beautiful country.” He didn’t react to that. To be honest, if his accent
felt Greek to me, my accent probably felt Italian to him. We are two brown skinned
people with our unique English accents, so I guess we weren't that different after all.
He made a plane gesture with his hand and said “November”
multiple times, so I figured that he is trying to tell me that he is flying to
Guatemala in November. He asked me a question that I initially had trouble
understanding, but its essence was something like “I spent 700 USD for this
flight, is 700 USD a lot of money?” I said “yeah, it is an expensive flight.”
He then told me that his father passed away recently and he is going to visit
his mother, and then he made the plane gestures again with a whoosh sound coming
out of his mouth, as if to tell me that he is happy to go home.
We later exchanged pleasantries and he left. I locked the
door and stood in the same spot in my living room where he stood while we were
talking, and then it hit me – he noticed the picture of my parents on my desk
and that made him start that conversation with me. It made me tear up
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