Brails Restraunt

I was a a restraunt this morning eating breakfast with my friend Nicole. We met for breakfast to brainstorm an upcomming photo assignment. We were eating and this old gentelman approched me. He appoligized for interrupting me and began to speak. He jestured to my long overgrown goatee. He said it really strongly reminded him of the time he was in World War II. He said he was in a German prison camp. My goatee triggered his memories of that time. Its sent shivers up his spine he said. It seems that they really didnt have the proper means to shave so every one just let it grow. I was really touched and greaful that he shared that storie with me. It was amazing. Out of no ware this stranger felt compelled to share this memory with me. I felt honered. I wanted to talk to him and hear more stories maby at a later time but he left with out my noticing. Oh well. I still have this little gem of a memorie.