A story about mandaean
This story isn’t over, but I did meet one…or, er…two. Now to find the priest they were talking about! And learn Aramic…no, not a typo. Not Arabic, and not Aramaic. Don’t ask…I have no idea either.
This story isn’t over, but I did meet one…or, er…two. Now to find the priest they were talking about! And learn Aramic…no, not a typo. Not Arabic, and not Aramaic. Don’t ask…I have no idea either.
I MET TWO OF THEM TODAY AT A PARTY!!!! WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!?!? Coolness! There are only 100,000 Mandaeans (about) in the whole world, and two of them were at my friend’s birthday party. How cool is that?! So I got an e-mail address and some info about a priest here in Sweden I can talk to. YEAY!
He was very gracious, and kind-of shy. I have met him quite a few times, since I used to go to a lot of hockey games and signings when he played in Denver. I once proposed to him in Swedish, and he was very nice about it. He laughed (I was 14!) and signed everything I had with me. Very nice guy.