September 30, 2017

I am home, the love of free food

This morning in my enclave in Saigon, I stopped by a small coffee shop. As I picked up my coffee, I casually remarked that I was hungry - this shop does not serve food, and it was a bit too early for the other eateries in the neighbourhood to open. Two minutes into my coffee, a plate of toasted bread and a dollop of cream decorated with chocolate appears in front of me. The kindly owner explained that she didn’t want me to be hungry so she just fixed whatever she could. I love free food, feels like home.

Free food

Earlier in Singapore, I hosted a meet at a public library where the participants shared their stories about the kindness of strangers they met in their travels. The world is not too shabby a place after all.

People Saigon

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