Proud to be a Scot (for one night)

We missed the first Scottish ball at Westin of the year so attending the second one was definitely a must. As with a lot of things in Dhaka, it was mildly ridiculous. As we pulled up to the British Club's entrance, we had to hop over the trenches being dug to lay in new pipes. Navigating the dust, mud and beggars is something Dhaka teaches you very quickly. Quite a contrast to the luxury that awaits once you get inside.

Now, my best friend back in Detroit is a Scot and I have always had a soft spot for Scotland, the country that produced Baird, who invented television and Bell the telephone; Carnegie, the gentlest rich man and Burns, the poorest great poet; Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin; Simpson, who saw a use for chloroform and Watt, who saw the value of steam; MacMillan, the blacksmith who built the bicycle and Napier, the mathematician who created logarithms. And Adam Smith, the first ever economist, who taught me about the "invisible hand" and the division of labor.

So, how could I pass on the opportunity of being a Scot, even for one single night? Eating traditional haggis (meat pie), drinking fine scotch, dancing on Scottish songs, wearing a kilt for the first time (oh, this felt so liberating). It finally all made sense to me: Nothing is ever a coincidence, there is a reason for my last name being the Romanian equivalent of Highlander!!! I am a Scot at heart despite never having visited Scotland.