Clang Adventures: Episode 3

I slept. No, really, I slept the entire day.

Tika was sick, so she couldn’t bring me anywhere. And I didn’t have any other friends yet, so I couldn’t ask anyone to go out with me. So I just slept.

That is, until the evening. Maybe Debo and Jens felt sorry for me, or something, but they invited me out to the Italian EP’s farewell party. HAHAHA To be honest, I didn’t want to go because I thought it was rude to go to a farewell party of someone I’d never even met. But hey, I was bored out of my mind, so I went along anyway.

The dinner was at My Kopi, this nice place near the Police Academy (I think. The places were all very new to me, still). When I got there, there was an American guy, a Brazilian girl, the Italian girl who was leaving, a guy from Tajikistan, and some Indonesian people (duh). Then you add the two German EPs I was with, then me, the Filipina. Wow. I’ve never been to such a diverse dinner, ever. There was this curious Indonesian guy who, when speaking in English, had a British accent. The conversations from that night were some of the most interesting I’ve had in a really long time.

At that moment, it hit me. You don’t come across such a varied group of people this easily. The AIESEC network is amazing, really. I mean, come on, the Tajikistan guy? There are 8 million of them, out of the 7-ish billion people on this earth, and I meet one in Indonesia? What are the odds of that happening had I not gone on exchange with AIESEC?

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xoxo C