Towards the end of a market, an old gentleman came into the room and as he passed by he smiled – somehow a familiar smile.
He walked round the room and came back to my table and something about his thin face and bright eyes seemed familiar- tall like my dad but slightly stooping to listen to what you were saying and thin grey/beige raincoat, much as my dad would wear
He looked at my things and asked me what i liked the most – this took me by surprise.
He talked about something happening the next day in a Lutheran church and chatted about his daughters and all sorts of things
I told him what made me sad was Professor Stephen Hawkins saying our World had only 600 years left and he said – “Don’t listen to people who for their own reasons say depressing things – listen to people who are positive”
Many things i mentioned – he asked me did i know the reason why something was the way it was – for some reason i mentioned mariachi bands and he asked me did i know why they had got this name – he said something to do with Napoleon
So tried to think of something he would think was interesting and told him my dad had once collected me from this event a few years ago (broke a bone in my foot) and as we went back towards my home, just south of this village he had told me that Macmillan had had a farm nearby, to get away from London and that President Kennedy had visited him there, months before his sad end.
Guess saw something in his face that reminded me of my dad and believe at these moments, they are thinking of you.
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