One in 8 million

In a city of 8 to 10 million people, it’s probably quite rare to come across an event quite like what I experienced tonight.

I met up with a friend from way back, from like 13 years ago when I lived in Zambia. Over some drinks, we got talking like there was no time gap at all, which was quite cool. It eventually got around to where we’d lived and he mentioned a place in Dulwich previous to his current residence. I immediately asked him for the name of his landlord when other details he described were really familiar.

Turns out it was the exact same address we’d been looking at renting sometime in late April/early May. In fact, he had been sleeping off the night before in the one bedroom we couldn’t see in the flat. I distinctly remember the landlord giving us a quizzical look when he found out we were from Finland. He could have said something, but it took until half a year later to find out that I’d been less than a metre away from this friend whom I hadn’t had any contact with for more than a decade.

2 Responses to “One in 8 million”

  1. Martha Kristine Says:

    wow

  2. Muzi Says:

    Elämä tekee parhaat käsikirjoitukset. Jos elokuvassa olisi vastaava juttu, niin se vaikuttaisi kovin keksityltä ja täysin epäuskottavalta.
    Mutta hauska juttu. Saanko olla utelias ja kysyä, että kuka?

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