Australian Dream.

The Earth, a small planet indeed.

You should be back tomorrow and I feel the need to write again. A good way to vet that stress which overwhelms me each time a new encounter is nearing. How will you be tomorrow and what if you are not back as I think ?
I am thinking of the strange encounters I went across in my past life and I wonder how we could not meet some other day.
I met an Arab prince once. I was in Paris to sit for an examonation. A boy i had met earlier said to me not to worry about accomodation in the capital. He would provide one for me. but he let me down and on getting in touch with him, I had him to book a room in a hotel for me.
We were supposed to have dinner together in a restaurant, but he came to the reception to tell he was having dinner with people connected to his business.
I was fancying a lonely evening with my sweet daschund, Isis, when he came back and said his friends invited me to dine with them.
A big black Mercedes car was parked in front of the hotel. Inside, a chauffeur and an Arab prince.
The latter, though a true Muslim, allowed the dog to get into his car.
The man who drove the car asked me what kind of food I would like to eat and if I was on for exotic food. I said I was brought up in the West Indies and that as far as I was concerned, it did not matter. He then wanted to know in what part of the West Indies I used to live;
I replied Martinique.
He said he was living in Martinique years before. Finally we found out he was my neighbour when I was 14.

One other day, I was flying from Paris to Stuttgart. In the transit room, I noticed a girl I thought was a friend of mine when I was still in the West Indies. I scrutinized her, but she did not seem to recognized me.
We boarded on the plane and she sat down in the seat behind me. I turned my head around and asked her: "Aren't you Nicole Gnesotto?"
She looked surprised and said yes. I replied at once: "Marie-France!"
She asked the man next to me if we could swap seats and she came and sat by me for the rest of the flight talking about our families, sharing news. I have never seen her again !

Years before I was working in England. I landed in a small airport in England and saw a boy who was a student in a university in Guadeloupe. He was waiting for his luggage which had been left over. We got on the coach to London and started talking about literature. I told him there was a book I like much, but that I had lent it to someone who had never handed it back to me.
He started to blush and replied in shame the boy was him. we agreed upon having a day together in London. That we did but I have never got that book back. I have never seen him after that day in London.

I have met my sister-in-law twice lately. Once in Warsaw, Poland, for the wedding of her son and the following year in Switzerland when her second son became a priest.
She lives 20Kms from my home...

I was celebrating my degrees I got at the end of my university year over here. Suddenly, some friends I had left on heading to Europe appeared at my door.People from the West Indies and even one from Venezuela and a girl from Barbados.

On a business trip I met a man who was running a kitchen unit shop as my husband. His was in Lille and it is the place of my relatives on my father's side. More precisely, Wavrin, a village 10Kms from Lille. I spent two years there at my grandmother's in my infancy.
The man knew Wavrin alright for his grandparents had the house facing my grandmother's.
I spent one week a year on holidays at my grandmother's and knew his grandparents well.

As a student over here I was hitchhiking with my boyfriend of the time. We were heading to the latter's house. A boy was hitchhiking next to us and a car stopped. We all got on it and started chatting. We discovered we were both coming from Martinique. I remembered a boy putting ether in his motorbike and ruining the engine. That made us laugh a lot at the time. He was the one!

How many more stories of the type I could tell.
When Dan wanted to introduce me at Bo's, he said "Mary,....from all over the world!"
That's why I keep hope we will meet one of these days. Of course, if you don't fly away on getting the news I'm coming...
Funny, I did not want to connect myself too early and went sunbathing on the balcony doing crosswords. I had to find out the name of an author. I started to write h,e,a and I said no, it can be. Yes, it was Hearn, your name, Marty. I'm doomed or shall I say, we both are!