20 years to the day that I arrived in Britain. I was on the 3 o’clock train at Victoria station. I was wearing a green mac and carried my backpack. I also had had a new hair cut that bothered me as I had 2 locks of hair that kept falling in my eyes. On the boat, someone asked me to take a picture of him and his girlfriend and as I clicked on the camera, those locks flew in front of the lense. I didn’t dare saying anything. There is a man somewhere, who has a picture of himself framed with my hair.
Happy Anniversary to me. 20 years in Britain: what a ride! And it ain’t over yet 🙂