The plumber came today. There’s water dripping from the shower into my kitchen so the landlord sent Constantine by to have a look. I was out at the time. Dave was here with the kids.
When Constantine walked through the kitchen he stopped near my prayer corner. He said to Dave in his thick Greek accent, “Are you Greek?”
Dave answered, a little confused, “no, Swedish.” Constantine persevered, “your wife?”
“No, German and English.”
Dave noticed his glance at the icons and candles. “She’s converting to Greek Orthodox.”
Constantine smiled and nodded. “Oh! Okay” he said and then headed to the bathroom to address the pipes.
It was this small moment, this strange distant recognition of the reality of our lives and for reasons I cannot articulate yet, it meant a lot to me.