It was a Thursday in Germany.When my friend and i were takin

It was a Thursday in Germany.When my friend and i were taking a walk,I saw a handbag lying on ...
It was a Thursday in Germany.When my friend and i were taking a walk,I saw a handbag lying on the ground.
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It was a Thursday in Germany. My friend and I were taking an autumn walk through the fields.
\x09As we neared the more populated area again, a little bit off the
street, I saw a handbag lying on the ground. It looked like it might
have belonged to a middle-aged lady - there was no one around.
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\x09Thinking it had been stolen and thrown aside, I picked it up. Maybe
there were some papers left that the owner still needed. But when I
opened it the contents seemed intact and undisturbed.
\x09
\x09The papers showed it to belong not to a middle-aged German as I first
thought but to a young woman of Turkish origin. (Let's call her Lale.)
She appeared to live on the other side of town.
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\x09I took the bag home, and tried to contact Lale. However, she wasn't listed in the phone book. Now what?
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\x09A prescription inside showed her doctor's address. Even though it was
late in the evening, I called their office, hoping to have them contact
their patient. When someone answered the phone, I was happy.
Unfortunately, it turned out they didn't have her phone number either.
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\x09I considered turning the handbag in to the police, but I was curious.
Who was Lale? So I borrowed a friend's car and drove to her address.
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\x09Contrary to my stereotyped expectation of landing in a weird
neighborhood the apartment building was actually in quite a nice area. I
rang the doorbell but nobody answered. I returned to the car to write a
note but then Lale's mom came out. She was so happy that I had returned
her daughter's bag and she asked me to come up for coffee.
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\x09Now, for quite a while I had had wished to visit a Turkish home. Up to
4% of the German population have a Turkish background but Germans and
Turks don't often interact or mingle. And here I was being invited to
come up for coffee! As Lale told me, when she got home, she felt
Turkish, adding that she kept being perceived as Turkish, not German.
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\x09She was so happy that I'd brought her bag back! It turned out she was
supposed to go on a class trip to Austria on Sunday, and wouldn't have
been able to cross the borders without her resident's permit!
\x09
\x09Lale's mom invited me for dinner and I was so happy to accept! She
served me Lahena Dolmas - stuffed cabbage leaves – a delicious Turkish
dish I had been wanting to learn how to make for ages. Lale's mom not
only gave me her recipe (handed down from her grandma) she got out the
cabbage to show me which kind to use and instructed on the right kind of
tomato purée to buy.
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\x09After dinner I was served coffee and sweets, and got to know a little
bit about the familiy's background. When I left Lale's mom invited me to
come back and visit again.
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\x09How wonderful life can be if you just follow where kindness leads.