Barista blues

At a cafe in the Copenhagen hood called Norrebro, I ordered a chai. In English. He surmised from my resonating accent, that I was American. What can I say, part of my charm.

B: Where are you from?
Me: Boston.
B: Sorry.
Me: Oh. Yes. Thank you.
B: That was horrible. Very sorry.

People around the world. We all feel pain. We can be united. If we choose to see our humanity above all else. Thank you, Norrebro Barista. For the gift of yours.



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