But the weird thing is that 20 years later, during the crazy ride of "Eat, Pray, Love," I found myself identifying all over again with that unpublished young diner waitress who I used to be, thinking about her constantly, and feeling like I was her again, which made no rational sense whatsoever because our lives could not have been more different.
Ali čudna stvar je da sam se 20 godina kasnije, za vrijeme lude vožnje "Jedi, Moli, Voli" našla kako se identificiram ponovno sa onom neobjavljenom mladom konobaricom iz zalogajnice koja sam nekad bila, razmišljajući stalno o njoj, i osjećajući da sam ponovno ona, što nije imalo baš nikakvog racionalnog smisla jer naši životi nisu mogli biti više različiti.