“I was honestly like Joe from Midnight Cowboy,” said Asha.
One day, early summer, we began to talk about our lives up to that point, sitting on the steps of the Conservatory Garden, sharing roasted nuts and iced tea.
Asha was in high school when she came to New York from Ethiopia alone. The hardship of not knowing English, days without family and friends, graduating high school to pursue her dream career in fashion… Born to an Italian mother and an Ethiopian father, she was graced with a healthy complexion and style which made her a target of constant sexual harassment.
“I always said, ‘This is it, this can be true love,’ and I would fall for a guy but nothing lasted. Once they found out that they can’t control me, they all leave. I don’t know how many times I’ve been deceived. My friends say don’t overthink it, just enjoy the company, but I couldn’t. I had a dream, and I wanted to do what I can only do now. I want to design dresses so I wanted to learn design. That’s it. I can’t enjoy just flirting and partying all night long. Even if it’s just one day a week, I want to truly enjoy the time with my boyfriend. I’m nobody’s accessory. I met many guys over the years which led me to become distrusting. I can’t fool around. It’s just not me.”
Asha took a nut, threw it up in the air, and successfully caught it with her mouth.
“When you are alone, you get good at things like this… hey, I can do it with two nuts.” She did, laughed, and boasted that she can do with four nuts.
“The reason I started to work part-time at the Coffee Shop was that there were many foreigners like me. They all have it tough, you, too, probably, and we became good friends. I want to serve a million of those popular cappuccinos to cheer the lonely New York travelers to keep on fighting!”

Asha had on a simple, light one-piece dress with sneakers, worn barefoot.
“I like your clothes today. They’re nice.”
“Thanks! I designed this myself. It’s easy and feminine. These dresses tend to become sexy, but I tried to make it not so. I always wear pants at work, but a dress makes me feel more feminine which is good when I’m on a date. But a sneaker would be a turn off, I guess, but look!” she said, standing up to take off her sneakers, and posed in front of me.
“What do you think? Barefoot is perfect for this dress, right?” and she twirled around.
“What should we do now? Go some place? Maybe I’ll walk around the city barefoot today,” said Asha, carrying the sneakers in one hand and pulling my hand with another as we started walking.
That’s how we enjoyed our days off, five years ago.
So beautiful was Asha, squinting and gazing up at the glistening sun.