in the unspoken, nothing gets lost in translation.

On the last day I was at the bakery, I said my goodbyes by way of talking about the Italy trip, where I was going, what I was going to do. Saying goodbye was probably as hard for me as it would be for 2 grown Polish and Hungarian men. So in an unspoken manner, we all avoided going there and instead acknowledged the sentiment in some indirect way.

Then Krystof asked me about my plans when I head home to Singapore eventually.

Open a bakery in Singapore, Ai Ming!
No, never.
Never?
If I know how to make good bread, that is enough. That will make me very happy.
Yeah, me too.

And we carried on rounding the dough in front of us.