Bad Boy From Togo
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sete, France
I brought along souvenir Cebu shirts to give away as presents. Cyril, my roommate also had tribal clothing from his home country in Togo, Africa. Subtly, I hinted that it would be nice to bring one home. With a big smile, he handed one to me. I was delighted. This is something special I thought to myself. Then I took my shirts for him to choose from. To my dismay, he refused to get one. I said, What can I give you in exchange for this? He said matter-of-factly, 15 Euros.
Roman
Wednesday, September 9, 2009Technical Meeting, Sete
When we arrived our colleagues were already munching on French cooking. We moved towards the back table. I thought I knew very little of the people sitting there. I shook their hands except one who was seated farthest. He was obviously grinning at me. I went over to shake his hand, but he hugged me and said, “Jun how are you?” I looked closely. It was Roman, a German friend I met in Seoul. At the time, he was a long-haired volunteer, now, 5 years hence, he is the president of the most influential network in the workcamp movement. Remarkable!
