Big Friendly and I have just come back from walking the dogs with an apple each and a wilting bunch of purple cosmos. Our Egyptian friend and gardner is going back to Cairo and he met us at the park to hand over his small gifts, make us take down his Cairo telephone number, and say goodbye. His English is very broken, making it poetic and sad. He is sad to be going too. Big Friendly and I remind him of the sun and moon he said. “You are like sun, you are like moon.” “I have house, five floor, one house one house, left and right. You come.” “I sweet and, opposite opposite of sweet”, he said about how he feels to be leaving. He asked us to keep an eye on his patch of garden, worried that the orphans won’t care for it.

I am not sure how I make these kinds of friends. But they make my life.