Journal Day Unknown

Times have been too distracting.

Before I left home they gave me an age (twenty. Quite young. Or old) and a date of birth (the twentieth day of the month of July). According to this calendar I turned twenty-one yesterday. It was my first birthday celebration. There was chicken, pie and a wee model of a horse. It was stated that the twenty-first birthday is a day to celebrate with alcohol, but I avoided it. Alcoholic beverages make my head tiddly.

Noted things of interest:
I believe eggs are the most versatile food; second, perhaps, to grain. They are most delicious.

Note on Being Human:
I was in a park with a fellow and we were watching the sparrows chase a rather large hawk when a family walked past. I have encountered many foreigners (myself being one I suppose it could be said everyone I have encountered has been a foreigner), but never before have I realized what this family showed me.
There was a dark-skinned man and a black-haired woman and their yellow-frocked daughter and the mother and daughter were speaking together in their quick tongue, all sounding gibberish to me and my friend. Something the mother said made the girl laugh and her laughter was so ordinary, so natural that I forgot for a moment that there was a language barrier at all between us and them.
Regardless of how different a person is from another, every human laughs and laughter is quite simple to translate.