Long long ago, in a far far away world (Auroville), a great friend told me that eating chocolate between two slices of bread and walking by the rocky stormy sea in France was one of his favourite things to do. I used to love the stories that Emmanuel told me. But even more, what I loved was the surprising realization that I could so feel so comfortable and at ease with someone from a culture so alien and unfamiliar. It felt like magic. That country, language, upbringing did not define friendships but people did felt like a great gift.