“Everything else can wait but the search for God cannot wait, and love one another.”
Years passed, and in the end of July of 2008, when I was back in Moscow for a few days after just another hitchhiking trip and getting ready for another one, a friend of mine invited me over to join an event at the Moscow ISKCON temple. A lecture by a man named Prithu Prabhu was scheduled, and in fact the whole event was in his honor, but I didn’t really know who he was.
He smiled and asked, “How many kilometers?”
His accent confirmed my guess. He was an Armenian.
“I’m now coming from Irkutsk, but I’m from Moscow, hitchhiking back home,” I replied and realised that my answer had nothing to do with the question.
“From Moscow? But it’s very cold outside.” He looked surprised.
“I got used to it.” Humans can get used to everything. Cold weather comparing to wars and killings is just nothing. My thoughts were far ahead of me. The stranger took a long look at me. I noticed deep sadness in his big black eyes.
“I see… Would you like a cup of hot tea?”