I watched the 2019 British movie Stan & Ollie on Amazon Prime tonight. I had seen a small part of it inflight on a trip to NYC. Crew preparing for landing I was forced to abort it. I thought if only I can trace the movie and see the rest of it when I’m back home in the country of my exile. Well, tonight I did, almost two years later. I cried after it had ended. Crying when one is alone is unnatural. That’s how alone I am. Not lonely though. Crying is a social thing. One cannot take crying people too seriously. People crying unseen, unheard, and not feeling sorry for themselves, now that is serious. I had planned to stay in NYC for three weeks. My mother died unexpectedly. I flew out after a week.