He drank XXXX, I drank pineapple juice.
I listened to his ‘home life’, he listened to mine.
We talked about the hardship that our families went through so that we can exist.
I listened to his ‘history’, he listened to mine.
We talked about secrets and the joys of youth.
I listened to his ‘present’, he listened to mine.
We talked about the profound beauty and deep sadness that accompanies love.
I listened to his ‘future’, he listened to mine.
We talked about our hobbies, and the concept of job security.
He tried to explain to me the concept of ‘Han’.
I tried to to explain the history of multiculturalism in Australia.
We talked about the very nature of love, and how differently our separate cultures deal with it.
We touched glasses, shook hands, exchanged a hug.
I have a new best friend.



