Introducing my blog’s brand new weekly feature: Wednesday Wonder. From now on, I shall try to publish a new story or poem every Wednesday. This special feature post will be inspired by either something wonderful or something that made me wonder that week. Here’s the first one. Enjoy! #wednesdaywonder
Too tired to cycle home last night, I took a cab.
And I’m so glad I did, for this cab provided me with a lovely life story and a strange surprise.
The driver was very friendly. We started talking and I learned he was Libyan. He grew up partly in France as his dad was a diplomat, then he went back to Libya for a few years before deciding to come to Belgium, thirteen years ago. Thirteen years in which he hasn’t been back, and hasn’t seen his parents nor his siblings.
Still he seemed fairly content with his life. He explained to me how this current job was a massive improvement on his previous experience as a delivery driver, and he told me about his two little girls and about his wife, a flemish-born woman of Moroccan origin. They talk Flemish, French and Arabic together. Integration, ladies and gentlemen: it with!
But here’s the catch: when I explained I had Egyptian origins and told him my name, he turned to me and said “you know, I was actually born in Cairo. My mother was Egyptian, and her surname was El Gammal, too.” A small world it is indeed.