- Today I went to a refugee centre in St Pancras. It's for a feature for Home Affairs course. Everyone was incredibly helpful and warm, especially Jabbar, who welcomed me with a warm cup of a tea and insisted that I eat the meal cooked by the volunteers and delivered free to the drop-in session (awesome food, indeed). And then there was Mr Sharif, who was so proud to tell me his story (speaking straightforward to the voice recorder instead of looking at me). And then Herbert, who would wait for me to look at him in the eyes to speak (he couldn't bare talking to me while I was taking notes).
- On my way back to uni I met a man who probably had some sort of disorder. He stared insistently at me while waiting for the green at the traffic light. I said "Hi". He asked me to go take a beer with him. I declined the invitation. He paid me a couple of compliments. I thanked him and moved on. A couple of seconds later I looked back and saw him wandering, or rather zigzagging, in the middle of the street. I was utterly bewildered. And wondered if he would end up as the cat a couple of months ago: run over by a double decker. As far as I know, the bloke was luckier than the feline. But I wouldn't bet on it.
- Drivers would kill you with delight if you cross the street randomly and happen to be on their way. Amelie (French friend) made me laugh once when she said that cars even speed up when they see you NOT on the zebra crossing. But... if you're close to them they will even slam on the brakes to let you cross. Schizo Londoners!
- And fina
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