Living in a village

This place is like a village.

Last Friday I bumped into a private cocktail party. I knew the man who threw that party and he came over and invited me to join them - well I felt uncomfortable and did not really wanted to join their party (30th brithday of the wife [two children]), but I did. Then I met this person, which I had been seeing so many times before and he asked, whether it might be that we had met before. Of course, we did. I guess every expatriate has met each other before, here.

However, the bad side of the coin is that you may also meet those persons that you prefer not to see (for different reasons). But howshould one want to try avoid meeting them? Not going out. Turning around. Going to other places. No, just face it. This is probably the best solution. Did I say this? Now, I am still brave, but I guess, it will feel terrible when it will happen on Tuesday (Wednesday is a holiday) or on Friday.

Besides, people come and go - so time migh work in your favour - or it does not - just depends on how you would like to look at this.