Luke 8:22 The other side of the lake

One day Jesus said to his disciples, 'Let's go over to the other side of the lake.'

That's where we live, you know. Us outsiders. We live on the other side of the lake and to be completely honest I've always been suspicious of the other siders. We know they look down on us, and we look down on them. They say we're know-nothing bumpkins and we say they're smarmy city slickers. They say we're so slow you could steal the coat off our back without us noticing, and we say who except one of them would want to go around stealing coats anyway?
Even their fishermen are faster than us, more fish, more time out on the lake. They don't take the same care that we do. It's profit over everything. Even over an approaching storm.
So when I saw the boat on the other side, I worried a little for the men inside it, because they were heading out our way despite what looked like bad sailing weather. And I wondered what it was that drove them towards us, because usually the only time an othersider comes our way is to try to rip us off, or because he's been outcast by his own.