Just Another Businessman / Madness In The World
We passed each other by casually in the hallway. He could be Italian / Mediterranean / Arabic with his full, tousled curls of wavy hair just brushing pass the ears, light brown skin, a broad body accompanied with a black moustache and beard, I couldn’t really tell. Decked out in a white long-sleeve shirt with bright purple patterned flowers, a pair of khaki bermudas, flip-flops and shades pulled over his hair, perhaps he could well be from Italy – more fashionable than an average Western guy.
I smiled and gently nodded my head, thinking “he’s probably just another guest here”. This holiday home is so big we hardly know who is around the premise. His big eyes were looking widely at me but he didn’t respond. Perhaps this is his first time seeing a Chinese girl I thought.
I made myself a cup of coffee and went out to the patio as usual. He was already sitting there with his coffee. I sat down on my usual seat as he looked on. We introduced ourselves and he started asking about me. Turns out he is also Russian, like the many guests here, however he is from St. Petersburg and works in Italy sometimes. I should have known, especially with the Russian accent sounding so similar to an Italian one.
When asked what he does for a living, he replied plainly, “I’m a businessman. Like Igor. Different line of business. We work together a lot.” I nodded, listening attentively, hoping he would elaborate more, which he did. “I’m a mafia.” He said, looking at me as if to see my reaction. “Mafia?? Really?” I laughed out, not really believing his words. With a straight face, he continued: “Yeah, I tell people: ‘You (pointing to an imaginary person in front of him). Give me money. I take the money (makes a grabbing gesture) and take it home (taps his pocket). Business.” He shrugs his shoulders as he finished explaining, not even a hint of smirk on his face. “Ohmigod…” I am laughing out again, but this time I believe him. How could I not?
I shook my head and finished my coffee. I told him ok, great, as long as it works for you. He continues to eat his breakfast of sausage and scrambled eggs, plain as day. We continued to chat along about traveling, countries visited, favourite places for work and pleasure, and also a bit about the world being a dangerous place sometimes. I told him the story of how, on one fateful night there was a bloody accident at a local 7-11 shop just near where I lived in a small Thai town. Rumour has it that the gunshot was meant for someone else but unfortunately an innocent Thai fellow was mistaken as the target. Similar stories like this abound among the locals in hushed tones, unbeknownst to the average foreigner / outsider. Naturally, life continues to go, plain as day despite horrifying such events. We learn to adapt and accept the countless madness in the world indeed, we survive, we live our lives as best as we can.
This was just another casual, light conversation really, albeit with a somewhat darker subject matter. We enjoyed our conversations and each other’s experiences keenly, not minding the simple and limited vocabulary of expressions at all. It was fascinating, worldly, even poetic. He was friendly and down to earth, not an air hostility or danger at all. If I didn’t know of his profession, he could just be another average businessman, as he calls it.
At the end of the day, this just reminds me how we are all really the same. It doesn’t matter who we are, where we came from, what we do, how we live our lives. We belong to the same species, originated from the same source of Life; we bleed the same blood, we need love, food, shelter; we have fears, hopes and dreams. Therefore I am not no more different than a Russian mafia guy, really. However, for purely aesthetic reasons, I definitely disagree with keeping a beard and goatee.
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