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The Communicator



I happened to meet an enthusiastic communicator on my last flight to the UK. Aged 29 ( he later confessed his age ), he waited, amused by my oblivion to the fact that he wanted me to get up so that he could sit in the window seat but I was occupying the centre seat and was engrossed in conversation with Mr L on my basic mobile phone and I was irritated that this person was hovering whilst I tried to chat.I stopped talking, raised my eyebrows at him inquisitively and with an air of annoyance. I raised my eyebrows further north...weird how raising the eyebrows asks a question without the use of words.
For the first 20 minutes, we didn't exchange a word, which is how I like it on a flight but I quite liked his detached amusement and so I asked him whether he was a student in the UK.
My mother would have been proud. She believes she has a duty to speak to anyone and everyone and cannot understand how I can endure whole journeys without talking.
The owner of an ancient name, lets call him Homeros so that he is allowed some anonymity.
He was originally from the north of Greece, where he had been studying chemical engineering for 5 years but finally, he had to admit that he wasn't enjoying it and given his age, he felt that it was now or never to go to the UK to study music production. He believes that the UK has a unique music culture from which great talent is nurtured and exported and I agreed with him.
He asked about my work which led to talking about biology and death and survival and soon we were onto Darwin's theories which led to s-x and from thereon almost every conversation was steered by him to a sexual context. At one point in time, we were discussing the large number of cats that get killed on Greek roads; I reckon it is because there are too many of them and also they can be a little bit stupid. Homeros though believes it is because they are seeking sexual partners and are consequently in a desperate hurry to cross the roads. I asked him whether it is possible cats have a suicide wish and perhaps this is really why they run in front of cars. Again, he managed to steer it back to talking about s- x. This is a subject which is off limits to me, especially with a 29 year old stranger. I will talk about politics, religion and money but I will never discuss sex with anyone,!! What is there to say about something that is so incredibly private?.....but I soon realised that actually people are curious to hear what others have to say about it ; of this I was acutely aware because my co- passengers were trying hard to pretend not to be listening, yet I had noticed the men behind me leaning in and the couple in front had definitely stopped talking to each other. I tried whispering to Homeros, to get him to lower his voice but no, this guy wanted to be heard. I could feel myself cringing with embarrassment but was determined not to blush , just in case this was his goal...So I did what I do well and got him to do all of the talking whilst I resisted the urge to pull out May's version of Good Housekeeping magazine.
Intellectual but too deep and definitely complicated, this guy is not the type that I would like my daughter to go out with. Eventually, I suggested we listen to electronic music on his laptop, he with one headphone and me with the other, as it was the only thing that would eventually stop him from talking and besides, I was interested to know what music he hoped to produce.
Relieved that we had finally managed to change the subject and preparing to land, he took his I.D card out and complained that the guy who had laminated it had done a bad job as there were creases in it.
We locked into a synchronised walking pace until we reached passport control. I noticed that his raincoat was in need of a good wash.
He was ages at passport control whereas I passed through quite quickly.Apparently, the problem was the laminated I.d card; A crease was crossing the photograph of his face. A senior official was to be called to authorise or not the lamination and so Homeros was sent to sit in the pen where suspect immigrants are usually sent. I shouted his name, once, twice but he was distracted by his plight and I guiltily walked away; after all, what could I do?
Child Number 3 was at the airport to meet me but before setting off towards London, we decided to have a coffee in the cafe upstairs at the arrivals lounge. I recalled my unusual in flight conversation and as I was doing this, I noticed a familiar grubby raincoat queuing up for bus tickets at the dest below. Homeros had been released and was continuing his journey of self discovery.

 

Alison Lorentzos                                                             copyright 2015

 

 

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