Oh! I'm sorry!

There are so many different people on this worl. Some are white, some are black, some are red, some are yellow, some are smart, some are dumb, some are kind, some are evil. And the beauti of it, colour of your skin does not tell weather you are smart or dumb, kind or evil, we are all the same!

Colour is only the first thing you see when you see another person. Well, I usually look at the colour of the eyes first, but I have got to know that everybody doesn't even notice that there are different colours in eyes.

Here I live as the only white among everybody that is black. Do they treat me the same? No! I do not care that much, and I try not to notice. The most noticable is that everybody want to take pictures of me, I can handle that, I can smile, even though I can honestly say that in some pictures I do not smile for real, because I am so tired of smiling in a picture. They want to great me, say hi and I try to regocnize who greets me so that I can be polite enough to greet them back, though Honey still have to point out that there are people greeting me, I am still not used to complete strangers just wanting to say hi. And what is the right answer to ”Welcome!”? If it would be one time, then I can say tank you or thanks, but when I am faced with it about once a day. Well, it should be different people, so I guess it might me okay to say thank you to everybody...?

The biggest difference I met just yesterday, I was tired and dizzy, I guess I had not been drinking enough water, again. We were walking home, along the road that is mostly dirty messy puddle with dry areas along the sides where people walk. Honey was in front of me, I was looking at the ground to where I should put my feet, sometimes it is a small area where I can walk without sliding down in the mud. I was about to pass a group of men talking when I lost my balance for a second and bumped into one of them, I instantly turned to him and said that I am sorry. He quickly tunred to me, automatically answering sorry or it's okay or what ever he said, the words were lost for me when I saw the change in his face. From the automatic answer that he would give everybody, to the surpriced face seeing a white and the change to say that he was sorry instead of what ever he was about to tell me before. I did not stop to reflect about it, because we were on our way and I still needed to see where I put my feet.

But the surpriced face stayed with me. But I ca nunderstand, during this trip I have seen one white girl other than me, and Honey pointed out one white man, that I am not so sure was actually white, if he was he had spent a lot of time in the sun gaining some color, but I would not call him black.