America: and a tale of Morocco

I was having one of those conversations that went something like this. 

Her:  So you live in Morocco.....Wow!

Me:  Yes!  Yes, I do.

Her:  That's very brave of you.

Me:  You think?  Well, it's different for sure.

Her:  No, I mean.....aren't you scared?

Me:  Of what?

Her:  You know, safety and that sort of thing.  It's very dangerous, from what I understand.

Me:  Uh, no.  It's really not particularly dangerous at all.  In fact there is relatively little violent crime.  It's much more dangerous here (in Boston), actually. 

Her:  (laughs) Oh come on....! 

Me:  You'd be surprised.   But it's true.

Her:  Well, I think you are very, very brave.  I could never live in a place like that -- I'd be terrified.  I want you to know that I'm going to pray for you.  I'm going to pray for you and your family.  For your safety.    

Me:  (Blinking) Umm..thanks.

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