I am on my way back to Cape Town after a short visit (for one meeting in Delhi). I have just booked in and passed through passport control. I am waiting to be boarded. It struck me how different we are as humans. Even though we all look (sort of) the same, we are so different in our behaviour, our customs and interactions. It is impossible to describe this, if it was not experienced first hand. As I looked at the different people, Muslims, migrant workers, nationalities that I cannot place, with dress codes so different to what I am used to, I just again realise how much I long to be home with my people.
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