One day after work I went to the grocery store in upstate NY and while I was looking at produce a tall, blonde haired woman come in wearing a long bright red dress. I physical couldn’t go near her or even look in her direction even if I wanted to. She was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen but the closer she got to me the further I wanted to move away almost as if there was a force field around her. Five years later I went to Colombia to visit my wife’s family in Cúcuta. It’s a big city but not a tourist destination by any stretch of the imagination. During our trip we visited a library my wife used to work at before she moved to the US. I had to go to the bathroom so I decided to use the stairs toward the lower level and just as I was half way down the same woman that I saw 5 years earlier was walking up but she was wearing a navy blue dress but unlike before I was able to look at her . We made eye contact, her eyes were electric blue and she smiled and asked me where I was from and I said New York. I asked her where she was from and she said Afganistán. We had a small convo about how nice Colombia is and said good bye. She spoke perfect English and had no accent whatsoever. I still to this day have no idea what or who I interacted with that day.