3 Strangers, 3 Wise Teachers in the City of Canterbury

I lived 3+ years in Kent and walked around the streets of Canterbury quite a lot. I would either walk to keep myself physically active or to mitigate what I will call now sadness. Canterbury is a very medieval-alike town. It’s funny how before I moved there I said “this is the perfect place to hide for three years, but afterwards the princess will get tired of her castle”. And so she did, not due to boredom, but because life altogether became really unbearable. You can become quite bored too, nonetheless, since Canterbury is a very small, student town. The best walking experiences were those in which I had too many thoughts inside my head and I would then bump into some stranger who would start talking to me out of nowhere. In this post I will tell you about three different occasions in which these strangers taught or brought me some sort of special message. These were a Buddhist Monk, a Street Performer, and a Refugee from Iran.

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