An unexpected encounter that changes your view of the world | column Henk Folkerts

While it is wet and cold outside, I travel back to the warmth in my mind. An inner flight, I call it. About six weeks ago we were walking under the sun in Crete, through a narrow street looking for a small restaurant recommended by locals. The food was fine, but it wasn’t the plate on the table that would stay with me. It was the meeting.

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