Don’t blame me for not having photographed the crowd around us. The most important thing was this man.
Some months ago I decided to fly to Kefalonia. I don’t know why, but it is very difficult to get there from Hamburg and I know nearly all airports in Europe now. This time I had to fly via Gatwick/London. I took the last flight in the night from Hamburg to Gatwick and arrived there around 23.00 h. Gatwick is really huge and has one Southern and one Northern airport. I took the train to the Southern airport. Gatwick is not really a cozy place to spend the night. Even at night a lot of people are roaming around with their luggage, workers are repairing things and policemen with dogs are looking for I don’t know what. One of the dogs was very interested in my cheese sandwich. I wasn’t afraid to be there at night, the security was perfect, but I needed a little calm corner to rest a little. Gatwick only has very, very few seats. I was lucky to find a bench with 4 seats for myself.
Hundreds of people were passing by, a whole crowd. Suddenly I saw a tanned guy coming close to me. He moved with crutches, but was a very impressive appearance. He was tall, slim, about my age and had dreadlocks which were partly covered by a typical cap in the colors of the Jamaican flag. Further he had a cloth bag with likeness of Hailee Selassie the former emperor of Abyssinia who is an idol of the Rastafarians. His long and slender hands were very clean and he had a wonderful golden ring like a lion’s head. Selassie was also known as the lion of Zion.
His face didn’t show the smallest sign of malignity. He had very honest, kind and benevolent brown eyes.
We started to chat immediately and I didn’t expect to spend such a wonderful night on a bench with this man. He told me that he came from Liverpool and was on his way to Jamaica. In Liverpool he was a bee-keeper and earned with his honey 1.500 Pounds in a year, which he needed for the ticket to fly home. In Jamaica he was an organic farmer and grew mangos and guavas. He was very proud of all his organic fruits and vegetables and his healthy life. He completely detested the deceptive practices of the Monsanto Company.
He had a bag of cashew-nuts and some raisins with him and offered them to me. I offered him a cookie which somehow disappeared. I guess it was not healthy enough. Honey was his remedy for everything. He borrowed me a book that showed what you can do with honey against dandruff up to impotence. He must have taken a lot of honey because – believe it or not – he had 19 kids. Anyway whatever illness you have, it was recommended to take 3 spoons full of honey, one spoon full of apple vinegar and some cinnamon. Well, if you don’t want to have 19 kids, don’t try it out.
Anyway I found out quickly that this guy was a real do-gooder with a very high Christian moral. He said, if somebody does you wrong you should do him good because everything bad you do will come back to you. He sometimes started to speak in Jamaican dialect which was hard for me to understand, but somehow very funny when he said “dis ding” instead of this thing. I was very tired, but I enjoyed listening to him. Sometimes when I said something he appreciated, he put his fist to mine and said something like “Yo man”. I must admit that he was not only a very, very nice, honest, kind and generous person, he was funny, too. The hours we spent together were flying quickly, he even told me his name, but I didn’t understand it and therefore I will always remember him as the Rastafari man with the best soul I have ever found in a human person. Somehow I was in euphoria because it was so exhilarating to meet such a wonderful man in times like these. The world would be a better place if a lot of much richer people would have just a little piece of his goodness. I really thought that I had met an angel in human form. I am still overwhelmed when I think about him; he gave me the best hours of my life in the last time. I hope he’s fine and I wish him a lot of luck, and he shouldn’t eat too much honey J We shook hands and parted as friends. I was really sad that I had to leave.
It was really a remarkable coincidence that I just met this nice guy on a huge airport. Did you ever meet somebody like this? Tell me.