Silence is awkward. Or so it seems everytime a couple of people, or even a group, cannot conjure a single sentence to say next. The mind races to think of something, but it is a dead end. An unease germinates inside the mind and doubts of disconnect plagues the thoughts. What next? Maybe check for message on my smartphone? Everyone seem about to take out theirs. Then he says something. Phew! What a relief! Conversations seem to get harder with the day. After a point, one seem to run out of things to ask. I remember during my exchange, I was always armed with a set of questions or comments for every new person I met. What do you study? Where do you stay (this question was rather pointless)? The winter's been rather very cold. Is it the same in your country? What do you plan to do once you finish studying? If the reply was interesting, you built upon it. You get the idea. But sooner or later one would always run out of things to ask, especially if the other person was more