Friday, February 13, 2009
Last night we were invited to eat with Thomas and Virginie. A few years ago Paul spent 18 months training 11 men in the Air Force in aircraft maintenance, and Thomas was his star pupil. Their house is difficult to find, so we drove most of the way there to meet Thomas and go with him by taxi the rest of the way. We were just turning into the meeting place when our borrowed car died. This was of great interest to the many people who were passing by, and we had no lack of help either in diagnosing the problem or in pushing it to the side of the road. Everyone’s favorite part seemed to be when the White woman (that would be me) undertook to stop the traffic so that they could get it pushed safely to a nearby parking lot. I can still hear the laughter.