Easterner

In the afternoon of the 27th of January of 2022, I was having iced tea and two pizzas inside the pizzeria, next to the window. A sturdy man, maybe a Middle Easterner, with white bristles on his muscular face, started eating his two pizzas at a table outside the window.

In the sunny afternoon of the 24th of February of 2022, on my way to the cafe, I saw bearded Brian in front of the pub, as he talked about poutine with bacon served inside the establishment. At the cafe, I drank my usual iced black tea. There were handsome men in green and black, or in grey, or in black. There were many students. A couple of girls carried multicoloured flowers. Hans the Netherlander astronomy buff talked about the ongoing politics with Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Coincidentally, a family of Russian-speaking Eurasians just from the barbershop, owned by a Middle Easterner, passed through the cafe. The cafe ambiance was not exactly like in Ten Forward, the crew lounge in the Star Trek franchise.

It is the 22nd of March of 2015. A good religious stance is being Dharmic, essentially Hindu-Buddhist. But I still like Animism, as in Dào and Shintō. Science is so essential. So, what my stance today is Syncretic. It means a mixture. I prefer to be an Easterner in the realm of religion.

Even for a Middle Easterner as you, my mother, olive-skinned, looks unusual, because she is partly Mongoloid. She is like a Macanese mestiza.