Ode To Google

hostel life you never know with whom you'll share a room a cappuccino or a piece of life Fatima is not her name just what she goes by in Turkey if you're Kurdish it's safer to be a Fatima in Dublin she can be (her Kurdish name) it's just something she doesn't want to get used to in Venice, Kaldoun asks in Arabic what I think about the war In the phone we share I tell Google I hope it's the end of Putin he reads my words (in Arabic) and replies many children will die before the end of Putin gives me pause there needs to be talks a political solution he says I agree but is there any talking to a malevolent tyrant? we must try he says a little sidewalk cafe where for most of the morning we fill the Venetian air with Arabic/English conversation striking deep chords about humanity (and inhumanity) a young Jordanian chemist from Munich an old school teacher from Arizona and Google…. where would we be without Google