After writing on Tuesday, I quickly popped into MacDonalds for a hammy (To console my soul). On leaving the premises, I noticed a black guy heading for the door that I just pased through. Both his hands were full, so I quickly jumped to open the door for him.
Passing through, he looked my way and said "Thank you. I love the new South Africa. I now see you as a brother!".
Well, I didn't know what to say. In typical Dutchman style, I fumbled over my words, just to get the tail-end of "It's a pleasure" through to him. In retrospect, I should have given him a hug.
Just made me think that small things like opening a door for someone who's hands are full can affect the way in which we relate to each other.
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