He asked where I am from?

I always think that I'm not very good at socializing with people. Maybe because at the top of my list was always gain new skills, learn new stuff, be better at all the things I do. People thinks I'm lovely which is true in a way I can hold someone interest for at least 10 minutes but for some reason after that I run out of topics to talk about and rather just smile and ask as much questions as possible to keep the "conversation" flowing. For that reason why should I go out with people, classmates, roommates partying when I already had that 10 minutes conversation with them? I'd rather stay at home and have a big bar of chocolate (which makes me feel so guilty for a couple of seconds but than I'm fine again - Kitkat is the best!).



So what happened was on my previous trip when the famous Sunday Times photographer whose name is known in the UK very well, asked me on the second and last day of our trip where I am from. And the story behind it!?
First day when we were introduced to each other fortunately so many people were around so I didn't have to use up my 10 minutes limit. All day long as we worked right next to each other. We exchanged glimpse as we moved from one location to the next. An angry one for stepping into each other shots. A confused one when we didn't know whether the media is allowed to that meeting. A hot one standing in the sun for the perfect shot or running after our "Star" 3 flights of stairs, or happy one when we got what we wanted. Besides that we were silent sitting in the convoy next to each other, silent before the "Star" arrived, silent when it was silent. For me it was just what I have got used to it, no words, no bad pronunciation, no realization that I have a lack of knowledge of the conflicts in Afghanistan, what Kofi Annan latest moves was or my awkward jokes which doesn't always translate well in English from my Hungarian. (my colleagues usually get them but they are great and know me and love me...all of them does).



This is how the first day past and the second started just like that. First, second, third locations. Angry, confused, hot, happy when suddenly at the fourth location he asked me, where I am from.



Weird, it was. Sudden? Yes, but at the same time so great. I felt at that moment I would love to hug him.


It was our last location.