The
other day I popped by the one professor I work for’s office hours to take 20
minutes and go over some stuff with him, but I had to wait since like 4
students showed up to talk about their upcoming papers with him.
2 students
were on one bench in the hallway outside his office, and then the 1 Brazilian
student in my section was on the other, so I sat down by him.
I
chit-chatted a bit and asked him about what high school he went to, World Youth
Day, how he ended up at this university, and then I asked him what his parents
did for a living.
“My
father is in exports,” he was like.
“You
mean like arms?”, I was like.
“No, not
really, general exports,” he was like.
“But he did export tanks during the Nineties.”
“No
shit,” I was like. “Where?”.
“Cuba,
and the Middle East.”
“No
shit,” I was like. “Like what
countries?”
“Iraq I
know for certain,” he was like.
“Now
that’s an equal opportunity exporter,” I was like. “Dictatorial governments on both the right and
the left.”
I didn't ask him if he morally approved of what his dad did, but I do wonder.
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