Talking to Old People

6 Jul
2011

The other day I was having ice cream with my friend S when an old guy came by. Since he could not sit at the tall tables, we lent him a chair and he sat down with us while the shopkeeper got him ice cream.

We were planning on leaving but he started talking to us. The first question was if I’m from Thailand. For the record, no. I told him India. Sure enough, he was in India decades ago traveling. Of course we were going to hear the stories.

I love to hear old people talk. They have a matter of fact way of speaking.

“There are lot of people in India.”

“Poverty is everywhere. People give birth on the streets. It is unbelievable.”

He went on about India and people and then even current events like the Syrian civil unrest. While, we asked him a few questions about himself, he was not interested in them. He wanted to talk to us about something. To someone. Anyone.

There I wondered what his life must be today. Probably without his soulmate and his children and grandchildren located far away. A lonely life. Going out is an adventure and help not always available.

I rarely speak to strangers here, and I feel disconnected from society. I feel like a deaf amoeba roaming around. Hearing the old man reminded me that we are a society even if I never see him, some is (hopefully) taking care of him.

You know for 15 minutes of conversation someone made my day. A stranger. In Sweden. To a brown person. He even called me beautiful. How many times do you hear that in Sweden? Quadruple win for old people.

And he thinks drivers in Stockholm are stupid too. This old guy is awesome.

Plus I figured speaking Swedish to an elderly person is a great way of practicing and understanding Swedish. Keep a Swedish friend with you too. They can help translate and crack jokes so you don’t look like a snobby idiot for not responding to questions because you don’t understand.

So hey, you can talk to strangers in Sweden. They maybe 80 years old and fogies but they can pay compliments and say hi. More fun than a hipster toff in Söder too.

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11 Responses to Talking to Old People

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Rudolph in Sweden

July 6th, 2011 at 10:45

So true!

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Felicia

July 6th, 2011 at 13:39

This made me smile :) thank you!

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Ravi

July 6th, 2011 at 22:18

Just wonderful.

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Sapphire

July 6th, 2011 at 22:46

Welcome Felicia! He was a fun and totally random sort of guy!

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Stephanie

July 7th, 2011 at 09:33

I love talking to old people, too. What a lovely moment, could you possibly meet up for ice cream and current events on a regular basis?

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Christy Phan

July 7th, 2011 at 16:37

completely true.. I worked at a hospital a while ago and the older patients were always up for a nice chat telling me stories. sometimes even a 2 hour long chat haha it’s always a fun time :)

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Martina

July 7th, 2011 at 22:46

Beautiful post, you and your ice cream.

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Sapphire

July 7th, 2011 at 22:54

Hey Stephanie, no, I don’t think I’ll be meeting mr. old man. It was just a great random chat.

Cool Christy, have you had any truly bizarre stories, but still funny?

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Genie

July 9th, 2011 at 16:16

Old people rock. I’ve been taught a million things by my elderly patients. I think it’s a Swedish habit to keep all your conversation to a year and spill it out like verbal diarrhoea. Not a bad thing, but it’s something I’ve observed.

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Christy Phan

July 9th, 2011 at 19:07

bizarre and funny? hmm.. just last week a senile old man came out to the porch and tried to spit but it just hung there.. gross, I know (& it hung there for a couple more days) hehe. He then starts to tell me that he has been through 2 world wars and was awarded the Medal of Honor and then started belting out America The Beautiful.. I didn’t know what to do but to sing along and smile.. oh old people, you are awesome

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Jake

July 25th, 2011 at 10:50

“I rarely speak to strangers here, and I feel disconnected from society.”

Absolutely. I’ve been here for 2 and a a half years and had become accustomed to it. Didn’t realise it had happened until I visited new york recently and had had half a dozen conversations on the train between JFK and manhattan. But you get back to Sthlm and slip back into the personal cone. I hate it so much.

Nice blog, will keep up with it. Particularly liked the bostad direkt share, good initiative.

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