It all started when I was in Bagdad many years ago (1986), studying Arabic language at the Al-Mustansiriya University
On the very first day, as I walked outside of the student dorms... I saw two soldiers – both carrying Kalashikows and holding hands as they walked towards me. This was a complete shock. In my culture, men do not hold hands!
My friend had to explain to me that they were just good friends and nothing more; in this culture, it was completely okay to do that.
It was this sort of "aha!" moment that helped me to realise that what I may assume to be the norm, isn't necessarily the norm for everybody.
And so my fascination with cross culture began