talking...

you know how it is talking to strangers...
on the train, at the bus stop or in the shop...
those complains, opinions or just few sentences that you exchange with people...

well, after my stay in Belgium i stopped doing it.
i don't answer, i don't say a word...
i just look at the person and smile...
i don't even do the nodding...

that's why my surprise was even bigger when i realised that i can't stop talking to the girl i met and the rehab!
i was just telling things, making stories, giving her unneeded informations...
i was making a conversation with a stranger...

i felt like an old lonely women who use any opportunity to speak with someone...

strange...
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