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Today, as I was returning home after a journey to the theatre to view Charlie Wilson's War, I met a couple of American mormons in the streets. They started talking to me and introduced themselves as "Elder" somethings. They told me they were from seattle.
So we talked for 10 minutes, on the weather (heavy frigging snow) and what they were doing in a country where christian missionaries are hated more than politicians, and whether or not I believed in Jesus ("I don't really think about it"). I gave them my cell phone number (dunno why, I'm ****ed) and said goodbye and parted.
And they were actually rather nice people. I was expecting more of the maniac cultist types.
I think I should have given them a warning that mormons are pretty much hated here and people are prone to calling the police if you visit them door-by-door.
Oh well, I suppose you can't judge people without even meeting them first.
So we talked for 10 minutes, on the weather (heavy frigging snow) and what they were doing in a country where christian missionaries are hated more than politicians, and whether or not I believed in Jesus ("I don't really think about it"). I gave them my cell phone number (dunno why, I'm ****ed) and said goodbye and parted.
And they were actually rather nice people. I was expecting more of the maniac cultist types.
I think I should have given them a warning that mormons are pretty much hated here and people are prone to calling the police if you visit them door-by-door.
Oh well, I suppose you can't judge people without even meeting them first.