onecrazymother (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} onecrazymother) wrote,@ 2008-02-05 12:28:00 |
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interesting person
I saw a really interesting person at Dunkin Donuts this morning. He walked in, and I thought, "oh, there's a Tibetan." I mean, I've lived in China, I've traveled in central China. This guy looked like you could have dropped him in Tibet and he would have fit right in. Except, he also looked really comfortable here. In my imagination, he's maybe been living in the USA for a few years. Maybe he's in exile. He had a broad, flat face, wrinkled and weatherworn. He wasn't very old, but maybe 65 or so. He was wearing baggy pants. They were just thick looking sweatpants, with some sort of writing on the side, something one might buy at a sports shop, but they fit exactly like Tibetan garments. He also wore a thigh length long leather jacket, possibly of sheepskin. It had that sort of trim, sensible workboots and a warm hat. He was very unassuming, got his small hot drink, sat down at a table nearby. We made eye contact briefly, and I gave him what I hope was a respectful smile, and he gave a slightly shy smile back, which broadened to a brief smile and slight nod of approval as he took in the observation of my family sitting together having breakfast, or perhaps simply smiling at the presence of children.
What a fascinating person. I would love to know more about him.
I saw a really interesting person at Dunkin Donuts this morning. He walked in, and I thought, "oh, there's a Tibetan." I mean, I've lived in China, I've traveled in central China. This guy looked like you could have dropped him in Tibet and he would have fit right in. Except, he also looked really comfortable here. In my imagination, he's maybe been living in the USA for a few years. Maybe he's in exile. He had a broad, flat face, wrinkled and weatherworn. He wasn't very old, but maybe 65 or so. He was wearing baggy pants. They were just thick looking sweatpants, with some sort of writing on the side, something one might buy at a sports shop, but they fit exactly like Tibetan garments. He also wore a thigh length long leather jacket, possibly of sheepskin. It had that sort of trim, sensible workboots and a warm hat. He was very unassuming, got his small hot drink, sat down at a table nearby. We made eye contact briefly, and I gave him what I hope was a respectful smile, and he gave a slightly shy smile back, which broadened to a brief smile and slight nod of approval as he took in the observation of my family sitting together having breakfast, or perhaps simply smiling at the presence of children.
What a fascinating person. I would love to know more about him.
