Our colleague N drives us around Erbil at night. I am already used to curling up in the front seat, listing to his tapes of ABBA and Boney M, while N tells stories about his life.
Tonight when I got back into the car after dinner, I said to N, "How are you?"
N responded, "I am okay if you are okay."
That is just what - just exactly what - JB, our chef in Congo, used to say to me every morning.
I love that.