Chance encounter
We
went to a concert
given by 5 Czech sisters who played gypsy music on accordions, and
fiddles, where we sat next to two English men. One looked familiar
and turned out to be someone we met on our first night here in our
new house. We went on a nocturnal walk in the mountains, leaving our
bare house behind with the beds yet to be put together, and Ralph
told us of his first morning in his new house, where he was woken by
the speaker, mounted on the walls of his house just outside his bedroom,
announcing LES BRITANNIQUES SONT ARRIVÉS.
I've
told the story many times so it was reassuring
to meet the central character again and know that I had not imagined
it.
The Gaza
pig
Jon
let himself be talked into going to see “Le
Cochon de Gaza ”, a
film in Arabic with French subtitles. We
sat through the adverts and the trailers and then a film in Arabic
with French subtitles. No pigs and nothing obviously Gazan, and we
thought it might be a trailer, but after half an hour or so decided
maybe it was just the wrong one. So we stumbled out of room 2 and
into room 3 where there were plenty of pigs, and one of them dressed
up as a sheep, (because pigs are impure to Muslims, of course – why
did you ask?)
There's
no end to the blunders you can make when you don't follow quite
enough of what's going on.
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