We have a grocery downstairs and I often buy an apple for my lunch. Today I came back in the lift to my office floor with the apple in my hand together with a man and a somali woman. They left both before me for the railway station, there is a direct connection from the 3rd floor.
The funny thing was that the somali lady came as close to me as possible and as far away as possible from the man. In their culture women must keep clear of unknown men.
I just wonder if the lady had come that close to me if she knew my background. But she didn´t .

Laura