The Romantic Policeman
Walking around Durban sq. in Kathmandu (one of its landmarks, 1000 years olds, full of temples), Pedro is, without notice, stopped by a policeman. I am far enough not to really understand what’s going on.
I see them talking and immediately walking together into the Police booth. Damn, I said… What’s going on?
I walk fast towards the booth, as a protective father (that I am) ready to fight the president of Nepal if necessary.
But the scenario reveals different to the one I imagine: standing at the door of the little office I saw Pedro talking to the policeman in a friendly way over a piece of paper. He looked at me and made an “ok” gesture. My protective side chilled down. I even took a picture.
When he came out he told me the curious story.
The policeman asked him to help him with a letter. A letter written in French. Seems that this guy met a French woman living in Kathmandu and fell in love. They were developing their first steps. He wanted this love letter to be as perfect as can be. Well, Pedro help him out…
‘I know a lot about this guy’s life’, said Pedro as we left…’he is very romantic…’
The policeman shout a thank you and wave at us from the distance as we merge into the square.