…during a trip this summer to the city that I used to live in:
1) In the breakfast room of the hostel where they have very strict rules about when they’re open and how they close at this one time sharp for cleaning, this (Indian from India) family of 2 parents and a (20-something year-old) male child are there, and right after they make the announcement, the son turns to the parents and dismisses it and is like, “Oh, they won’t kick us out.”
2) When discussing tipping practices by foreigners, the husband of my one (half British) (half Sudanese) friend (the sister of the brother-sister pair) starts reminiscing about some movie where there’s a gag about some (Germans) laughing among themselves about how they can get away with not tipping, since waitstaff will see that they’re German and think that they just don’t know to tip.
“Oh, when they find out we’re Sudanese, usually they give money to us,” said my one (half Sudanese) (half British) friend (the brother of the brother-sister pair).
He also was saying later that people are always happy when children are clever, but he’s not sure that it’s a good thing, since it tends to lead to many disappointments in life.
3) As I walk past a group of police standing around and talking by a curb on the way to the train station, one says, “I saw the autopsy photos, and he was a big fucking blob,” and I don’t hear what led into that or what came after, since I am just walking by.
. . .
(Presumably, it was a suicide by jumping from some height?)
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