“Is there only one?” She is in line right behind me and looks towards the restrooms.
“I think so…. yes, there is only one,” and I just remember the series I have seen her in. The younger girls in the line have already recognized her, complimented her with her show and got her photo.
“Is it a crisis?” I ask looking at her face. “It’s getting there” she replies and goes on: “Where do you go when you have to go in the City?”
“To Starbucks!” we both conclude.
“You can pay your way forward” I suggest. “Who would I pay?” she asks.
“Well, it would be me now.” She understands the joke and laughs at me – not too hard though.

The big Afro-American guy is in our way. He puts up the yellow Cleaning sign. The movie star and former model looks at him: “Can I go first?” She doesn’t need to use her acting talent. Her expression is desperate and begging. He shows no mercy, shrugs his shoulders and says: “I have to do it or my boss will get angry with me.” She gives in. She actually walks out, saying good bye to the rest of us. The cleaning guy watches her as she leaves: “She’s better off waiting. Where would she go? It’ll only take me two-three minutes.”

Johannes i Bibelen beskriver at Jesus ikke alltid ble (eller blir) gjenkjent, anerkjent eller tatt imot:

Han kom til sitt eget, og hans egne tok ikke imot ham. Men alle som tok imot ham, dem ga han rett til å bli Guds barn, de som tror på hans navn.

Jeg gjør plass i hjertet.