Foreigners

The Dutchman offers a walk in the park if it'll make me feel better and makes me laugh when he tells me he much rather not visit me in jail. My Hungarian informs me that I am very angry. She also lets me know how she is so sad for my city, and she's sorry to be European (bbc/cnn keep counting the international victims as individuals and the locals are only a number..), and nothing will keep her away come December. She has faith in India and Hanuman. I think she is Indian.
The Icelander heard about 'this terrible thing this morning....., so I got this strange feeling inside'. He also let me know that the trip with the Angels on the lagoon was one of his absolute favourite trips last summer. A long lost Danish English classmate finds me on facebook to say "Oh Apara, I am so sorry to be watching the news and seeing what's happening!!! I'm praying for Mumbai! Sending you lots of love and hope you are safe XX". The Italian specialises in hugs, and mourns the Taj with me. The English watch me with concerned eyes, dropping awkward pats. The German offers ruthless management support and dark chocolate, while the other, soothing lemon green tea. And Em of the thoughtful little gestures, makes me smile and want to cry. The Scot, cryptic as ever, tells me he’s busy stringing ears for me on my home continent…..
There is the foreign media, foreign governments, foreign policy...... and then, there are foreigners.
Mr. Miliband, there's support and then, there's support.