During my 10 tourists minutes in Stavanger I passed this lovely rose garden. Of course I stopped to take some photos, and while I was busy photographing, a young man came over to me (from his apperance it was probably one of the city's homeless)
"Hei frue, er du norsk,,,,,,,,eh I mean......are you Norwegian? Or where do you come from......?"
"I am Norwegian" I told him with a smile (in Norwegian of course). "What a lovely rosegarden you have here"
"Yes, we do. I love roses, I used to work in a rose nursery and still know all their names, all their fragrances, all their colours, all their textures" While the young man spoke he bent down, patted a rose with his yelow/brown stained fingers from years of smokinhg, soft, like a lover. "I was so sure you were a foreign tourists, so many of them come to take photos of the roses. I like it that you are a Norwegian and still find our roses worth photographing"
Our eyes met, smiles were exchanged and I had to run to get my taxi. My day had been deeply brightened, and I like to believe that the young man's day also got a new palette.
You only need a minute. Do you use the time you are given?
