I was walking from one part of the city to another to buy a Suriname beef sandwich. The guy serving the food had just lost his wife. He was relating the story to another customer. I listened. It was in Dutch, so the bits and pieces of Afrikaans I could pick out were the only bits that broke my heart. The rest just LOOKED sad. Within minutes though, there were about 6 people listening and they all ended up laughing. Hugging and laughing. Just like in the movies.
And ja, I recognised right there that he was running more than a Takeaway.
He was placed right there to make magic.
And he was.