I met him at work, in the pause room. He is a retired professor of the Chemistry department who comes and visits sometimes. Just before we met, I was in my office wondering if I should or not go to the afternoon break, because I had some stuff to do. I did go. As I prepared my tea, I noticed an available chair across from that man, with his shining white hair, probably aged by many years spent in the laboratory. I sat across him wondering if we had already been introduced or not. There are a lot of new faces to be remembered and his I could not recall. As soon as I sat down he said "you must be the new Portuguese girl". I am. And he replied, in strongly accented Portuguese, that he knew a few words in my language. He had visited many times a group in Brazil and ended up learning some essentials. He had also been in Portugal several times, although he found our Portuguese harder to understand. Not knowing how much he could speak I asked if we should change to Portuguese or continue in Swedish. He laughed and said I got it wrong, he couldn't really have a conversation in Portuguese.
As I enjoyed my tea and he enjoyed his coffee, I told him how I had also lived in Brazil. We talked about how exotic the country is and shared opinions on how interesting experience it was to be able to live there. He asked me in which city I lived. As always, I replied Belo Horizonte, getting ready to explain where it is because not that many know. But he knew where it is. He not only knew where it is, but it was also the city where he lived in Brazil! In that huge country we both had lived in the same city!
Knowing he is a chemist I asked if he had visited a group in the Chemistry department of the local university. No, he replied, he was visiting a group in the physics department. What? I worked in the physics department for three years! In a 50.000 people university, we actually worked in the same department! His eyes were shining, as I'm sure mine were too, and we shared common experiences and places. We tried to find people we knew in common as well but that was harder, as his last visit to the department was in 1984, when my Brazilian ex-boss was not even a professor.
That was how a common coffee break at work became a fantastic story. Another one to add to "the world is so small" collection. I love these. Especially the most unexpected ones. Like this one. Thank you S.