TWENTY SEVEN
Today, quite unintentionally, we inducted a new member into our gang.
The gang consists of 3 rather scrawny young women (girls, whatever) who have so many strings that connect us I sometimes wonder how we can survive in different cities and countries. But we do. Because the strings are mainly attached through our hearts and that can never be broken.
One of these scrawny young women (girl, whatever) has found herself a rather strapping young man (definitely not a boy) and while normally we would see such men only frequently and hear stories that we’re not a part of, this one is different.
This one fits with us because he fits with her. He doesn’t judge our little posse, in fact, I think he might understand our weird little language.
He gives good advice and is genuine in his love for our girl.
He drinks like a fish, laughs like a hyenia and falls a little too gracefully for such a big dude.
He is therefore an animal.
And we love him.
And somehow, without ever talking about it, he has made his way where no other has managed to go: into the intricate web of strings that attach us together over seas, years and through thick and thin.
He has gained a gang. We have gained a friend.
BIG LOVE X
