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A barber in Munich

September 10, 2010 2 comments

Last week, I went for hair trimming. As usual, I looked for cheapest barber shop in Munich. Where else but in immigrant ghettos, you would expect to find such shops. I found one that charges only 11 Euros. 🙂

My hair was cut by an ultra chatty, northern-Iraqi but not Kurdish, and US-lived girl. She begun her conversation by asking me what I am doing in Munich and why I don’t speak German. I explained her that my job does not require it.  Then, she went on telling me that she had hard time finding a job until she learned German.

She first told me that she is from States. I usually say on this that I have never heard of such country and watch annoyance on other person’s face and I did so :). She didn’t sound at all like an American. No offense to Americans but her speaking style was too sweet to be American. She then told me that she is from northern Iraq. Then my eyes went bright and I asked, “Kurdish!” I wanted to ask all kinds of questions about Kurdish nationalism.

But, she said, “No! I am from northern Iraq but I am an Iraqi Christen.”

I asked with some disappointment, “No! Kurdish connection.”

“No! They speak different language.”

“How come you end up in US?”

“My parents left Iraq just after first gulf war and I went to US in late nineties.”

“Why are you in Germany?”

“Long story!”

“OK! do you follow what goes on in Iraq?”

“No! And I don’t wanna hear about it. I have stopped reading news. It is very depressing. Do not tell me anything. When I left Iraq it was nice. But now, each time my parents talk about Iraq then it is a bad news.”

I thought what?? late nineties nice?? At that time, embargo on Iraq was in its height. There was shortage of everything. May be, she was a teenager in a middle class family and she didn’t really feel the pain of embargo.

Then I said, “Ok! I will not bring any painful memories. I had an Indian friend. She was in Iraq during 91 war and her family had to be evacuated then.”

She immediately asked “Was her father a doctor?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“All Indians whom I knew in US were doctors.”

“Well! not all Indians are doctors. For example, I am not a doctor.”

Then, she told me that she love bollywood movies. She likes to watch them and cry. Sometimes she doesn’t get subtitles but that doesn’t matter. For crying, intense emotional visuals and music are enough. She mentioned two of her favorite movies “Kabhi khushi Kabhi gum” and “Main hun Na”. I hate both of them from bottom of my heart.

Before I could express my anger against these movies, she finished my hair cut. I wished best of luck for Iraq, paid the bill, and left.

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Simply Comlicated!

November 3, 2008 Leave a comment

Last few years in Europe has given me an opportunity to speak all kinds of people. I have been speaking to many religiously oriented people. I always try to understand how exactly they have convinced themselves about their set of believes. Most of them say that one day in their life they realized that this particular faith is true faith. They tell you a specific experience after which they couldn’t deny their faith.

This particular experience, which gave them this light, is the key to unlock to their framework of thinking. I have tried many ways to talk. Some times I try to debunk the experience. Or sometimes I try to invite them to help me understanding their position.

I have been vary unsuccessful in avoiding their anger. Most of the times, I say something miscalculated and they get furious immediately. I still don’t know how to deal with these conversations.

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