So I am sitting on the subway reading The Little Prince, when this man comes into the cart and sits down opposed to me. He is talking loudly into his cell phone in some Eastern European language. Usually I would be bothered, but his voice is actually kindof nice and I end up enjoying it. After he ends his phone call nothing really happens for a few minutes, until he suddenly starts talking to the African woman sitting beside me. Oh so they know eachother, I think. But then I realise that she's just as surprised as me, and that no he's just talking to her anyway. OK. She doesn't seem to mind, and she talks back as well. He talks about when he lived in London and South Africa and all these places. He asks her if she is from Ethiopia, but no, she's from Ghana. Then he tells her that Sweden is no good for immigrant people, and that Norway is a lot better. I tell him that I'm Norwegian and that things are pretty much the same. Well I have to get off here he says and he gets up and says bye to us. The Ghana woman says take care, and then he leaves.
Anyway The Little Prince is a very good book, and I know that my Dad would have loved it. I wish I could read it in French.