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is that 20 years later, during the crazy ride of "Eat, Pray, Love," I found myself identifying all over again with that unpublished young diner waitress who I used to be, thinking about her constantly, and feeling like I was her again, which made no rational sense whatsoever because our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.
Por gjeja e cuditshme eshte  se 20 vjet me pas, gjate periudhes se cmendur "Ha, Lutu, Dashuro" e gjeta veten te identifikohesha perseri me ate kamarieren e re dhe te papublikuar qe isha me pare, te mendoja per te  ne menyre te vazhdueshme, dhe ndihesha se isha ajo perseri, qe ne fakt nuk ishte nje gjykim racional sepse jetet tona ishin kaq te ndryshme.