I know a woman who sought asylum in the U.S. during the Bosnian war.

Although she was trained as a nurse in her country, when she came to the States, she decided to become a hair stylist. “My English was good but not that good,” she says. “What if I didn’t understand something?  What if somebody didn’t understand me? At least if I cut hair, I can’t kill anyone.”

We laugh when she tells this story.

She is a non-stop talker. “In my country, nobody talks because they know someone is always listening to what they have to say.  Here, in U.S., everybody talks, talks, talks, talks, talks, and nobody pays attention.”

Nonetheless, I am joining in and looking forward to what connections may happen.

After all, there’s so much to talk about.