Last night I made a short trip to Lybia. I sat in my chair and followed Anthony Bourdain and his crew around, and learned a lot about this beautiful country and its brave people. Not all was pretty. Times have been violent, people and buildings have been scared -many lives have been lost in the fight against a tyrant.
A young man in Tripoli showed Bourdain his favorite fast food place. “Uncle Kentucki” and it looks very similar to the fried chicken chain we all know so well.
The clip was cut too short. Right afterward, there is a scene when the young man holds a piece of golden fried chicken in his hand and he smiles, “The taste of freedom,” he says and I sat there in awe.
A piece of chicken means freedom. The freedom to have access to the rest of the world.
Something that we all take for granted, means the world to others. I often wonder why we are in such a mess and I truly believe it happens always when people live to well. Even our poor people are rich, compared to so many others.
The freedom to be allowed to talk and write freely without fear. The freedom to go wherever I want to go, the freedom to welcome people into my home from all over the world -if I would choose to do so.
Just a fried piece of chicken, can it symbolize everything I take for granted?