The Immigrant

After a long meeting in Hamburg, the grumpy old man was feeling ravenous, and went looking for American food. “These immigrants are a threat not only to their jobs, but their lives, but these Germans are not realizing this only,” he cribbed to himself while roaming around.

Suddenly he saw a sign saying – Grill House. That’s as American a name as it can get, so he decided to give it a shot. But when he entered the packed restaurant, he realized that the name was misleading, and it was run by Turkish immigrants.

He turned around to leave in disgust, when a smiling Turkish man suddenly appeared in front of him, and said, ” Have some tea, it’s on me.”

Now one thing that the American could never resist was something free, so he grudgingly sat down with the small ornate glass of hot tea.

He smelt it, and it was like he had been transported away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, to an oasis of tranquility, and an era much more welcoming.

And before he could react, a Doner Kabab almost magically appeared in front of him. Despite himself, he could not resist picking up the heavenly looking food, and taking a bite… and another bite… and another. And before he knew it, the kabab was over, and he was satiated like he had never been in his long life.

And then, just as suddenly, a cigar-shaped dish was placed in front of him. He bit into it, and almost fainted with pure, unbridled bliss. For the baklava just melted in his mouth, and the sweetness filled his very essence.

Finally, it was time to pay the bill. For a meal which would have cost at least 10 dollars in a diner back home, the bill came up to a grand total of 3 Euros.

“I think you forgot to add the cost of the kabab and the sweet, and only billed me for the tea, ” he pointed out to the Turkish guy.” No Sir,” pat came the reply, ” The baklava, tea and smiles are always free at our place.”

And for the first time in his life, Donald Trump smiled.

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About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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