stranger # 2

The stranger numero dos is called Savas. He came in the united states almost 30 years ago from a small village in Cypres. He doesn't call himself Greek, like some of the people from his region do. I met Savas while I went to buy a cup of coffee at Dunkin Donuts. I was looking around to find a place to sit, but all the tables were packed. I saw his table and I approached him, asking whether I could share the table with him. He was very pleasant and offered the chair across from him. As I sip my light and sweet coffee, he sits there quiet and taking his coffee, which is sugar free since he suffers from diabetes. I ask him a few questions and he tells me. He is a very gentle "old" man. I hate to say old, because he is in the same range that my dad is. Savas, used to work as a tailor for many many years. Now he is retired from his work and enjoys the retirement by walking around, sipping coffee with friends, spending time with his grandchildren, and sometimes going back to his country to visit his relatives.