These women came to “talk” to me as I sat on a bench in the garden outside the hospital. The young girl on the left, whose mother is holding her I-V may have had her appendix removed. The grandmother bent over with arthritis “told” me of her aches and pains. We admired each other’s gold earrings and stared and smiled at each other simply crossing the divide of cultures. Tears came to my eyes as I watched them disappear around the corner and wondered at the simplicity of communication across the gulfs of language and culture.

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