Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Reading about all things Borat reminds me of a long-ago encounter with a foreigner with a shaky grasp on English and on appropriate topics of conversation. Actually, in this case I was the foreigner, but the other guy had the shaky grasp on things. It was at Hebrew University in Jerusalem, where I spent my junior year of college.
I was talking with a group of Palestinians, two of whom lived on my dorm floor. (I mean, not on the floor of my dorm room, but.. well, you understand.) So most of them spoke English fluently, and we were having a pleasant conversation. They asked where I was from and I told them my hometown. Someone asked if anyone else from the same city was currently at Hebrew U, and I replied that yes, in fact, there is one woman here from said town. One guy who had been quiet the whole time suddenly piped up and asked something in heavily accented English and made a bit of a punching motion with his fist. I didn't quite catch what he said, so I asked him to repeat himself.
"You are f***ing her?" he said, repeating the punching motion.
"Um, I gotta go," I said, and quickly took my leave.
I wonder if I was being filmed?