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After a long day spent outdoors,we came to guest house that became our home for a month tired and happy, me and my 1-year-old son. We were received so warmly that i couldn't believe that i'm actually in another country surrounded by foreign people. There was one Chinese couple, two turkish guys ( and turkish man unexpectedly adore children) and one lady from New Zealand. Jack — one of the turkish guys with a disheveled beard and usually menacing look, was sitting at the table. It was already dark and my son was ready to asleep ad any moment. So I put him to bed and he fell asleep immediately. I returned to the table. It was an open space. By the pool. You could see stars and the moon in the sky. And it was so quiet, that you could hear a mosquito getting ready for a bite. As I sat down on a chair and looked up at Jack, I heard: "I Love You". I wanted to say "Pardon?" But I could not say a word, only a silent questioning look. And he repeated: "How are you?" How could I mix these two phrases? May be because it was said with such warmth and care... But I felt relief. We only new each other for a few days now, but i felt very comfortable around him. Like you feel around a family member. And Jack just kept repeating that he would love to have a child like mine. He even said that he wishes he was Daniel's father. So here we are in a guesthouse in Bali, sitting at the table in a twilight, looking at each other's eyes. In a minute we'll tell two radically different stories to each other. Stories of our lives. We have nothing in common. He attended a fight club, trying to destroy his body in order to heal inner pain. And I was raising a child alone, struggling with figuring out life and my relationships with Daniel's father. But what we really had in common was a sincerity and and open hearts. Jack gave me some great peace of advice that night: to stay all alone in my travel, just to have a clear space to ponder my feelings. So that was what I did in Bali. Jack left to Cambodia without saying goodbye, but I still hear that 'I love you' in stade of 'how are you' in my mind and smile.