Embracing otherness
So she said her name then spelt it, I wrote it and apologised that I may not be able to say her name correctly, a kh was a new sound to me. She said it again and I copied her, not perfect but better than most English who cannot make a gutteral sound. And suddenly she was flirting with me, a simple thing of being curious and trying to understand her otherness. But the thing is we are all other, even those nearest to us are other.
