In our wee postgrad office…
Agustin: PUTA MADRE!!! Finally I’m done!
Sami: What does that mean?
Agustin: What? Oh what I said? Hehe. Forget it Sami.
Sami: Oh come on please. Did you know what he said? You understand it right?
Anna: Yeah. But literally it doesn’t sound great in English.
Sami: Why not? It shouldn’t mean bad ‘cause he’s saying it? Right?
(Sami’s from Ethiopia, Agustin’s from Argentina)
First TA class: DISASTER.
“Der Kluge ärgert sich über die Dummheiten, der Weise belächelt sie.”
Abba: You see Anna, to me you are white.
Me: Haha. I don’t think so Abba. I’m not white, but yeah, I’m lighter. But it doesn’t matter. I mean, people don’t see me as white white. White-skinned probably but not white, you know?
Abba: Yes, I see, hahaha. But you know Anna, at least they don’t get scared of you, unlike they get scared of us Africans, especially in the night!
So my thesis has been languishing lately and all I’m thinking is what to do with the chicken that is thawing in the kitchen sink.
I clearly got my priorities straight.