Strangers and Being Strange
It's eight on a Saturday evening and a man just rang the doorbell. I couldn't understand him and didn't open the door, but I just looked up the logo on his badge and it's from a refugee organization. Now I wonder if I should have been welcoming and tried to help, but I'm alone and know nothing about the laws for immigrants in this country. Sad that I couldn't be of any help, sadder that we live in a world where we need to be suspicious of so many strangers.
I have no idea why this post looks odd: one of the mysteries of technology!
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