I must say I was a little taken aback, and maybe even a little jealous of him, a man who felt so at home in this coffee bar, who couldn’t care less about barriers, who wasn’t afraid to be a nuisance. Observing him now, it dawned on me that my whole life I’d felt like an intruder or someone passing through. All this time and still I hadn’t found a place of my own. Now my family, too, was gone.
