Me to my 11-yr old son: ‘What do you think the major difference is between you growing up here in Belgium – as opposed to if you were living in Hungary?’
Walter: ‘Now I can ask in four languages where the toilet is.’
This morning it’s me with our son who are preparing breakfast.
Walter (10 ys): ‘I am making a toast to my 2nd papa.’
Me (patiently): Walter, I would never want to pick on irrelevant details, and I appreciate so much you practice your Hungarian, but just in case you would later tell this story to any of the grandmas when they call, maybe it’s important to know that in this context the Hungarian word order is “2nd” coming before and not after “toast”. That would certainly spare me some minutes explanation next time. Thank you.’
Today I am biking with my son, Walter (10), to his chess class.
He is just explaining me how he beat papa in chess yesterday in only 1 step.
Walter (10): ‘..and so I chose this unlogical step and managed to surprise & beat papa in only 1 step!’
Walter: ‘Excuse me?’
Me: ‘In English we say ‘illogical’ when something is not logical, instead of ‘unlogical’.’
Walter: ‘What? English people even created a completely not logical word to express how not logical something is?’
No comment ..I stay silent about all the rest, he has time to discover by himself..
I am watching a TV program about how Roquefort is made. Our son (10) joins in.
He: ‘What are they doing?’
He: ‘Oh, Cheeses Christ!’
My husband (coming home from work): ‘Santa Claus visited us at work and as I was good the whole year, I got some chocolate..’
Me: ‘OMG that’s huge. May I get from it, too?’
My husband (photo 1): ‘Well, as you can see this is in the shape of an ‘R’, like ‘Robert’, so apparently only people having a first name starting with this letter can get from it.. , no wives starting with ‘P’ like ‘Piros’ can, unfortunately..’
Me (accompanied by the sound of a soft crackling, photo 2):
‘Sorry darling, have you just said something?’
I just love multiculturalism.
On Sunday I had a discussion with a papa, whose daughter goes for chess in the same club with my son. The man is originating from India, and we often see each other in the cafeteria.
He: ‘Are you Flemish? I can’t tell – you look like one, but you speak English here..’
Me: ‘I am Hungarian. ..Were you already born in Belgium?’
He: ‘No, still back in India. So, Hungary…well, sorry, all I know of the country is that it has its own unique language, and used to belong to the communist block…’
Me: ‘No worries. In exchange, all we know about India is that it is 1 country…a nice big country, though..’
He: ‘That’s right. The size of Europe. I, for example, have never been in our capital.. I see you are also a fan of clichés.. ‘
Me: ‘Absolutely. Anyway, what do you work in Belgium?’
He: ‘I am a space engineer, working for the European Space Agency.’
Me: ‘Oh, you must then be frequently visiting the Mars.’
He: ‘Not so often any more, I don’t have much free time, so only at the weekends. Where do you work?’
Me: ‘At a bankinsurer.’
He: ‘Then you must be terribly rich!’
Me: ‘ Oh, don’t even mention. We’ve just recently changed at home our gas heating for burning paper – in order to get rid of the piles of banknotes.’
He: ‘Okay, I see chess has finished, the children are returning. Continue next Sunday?’
Me: ‘Fine, see you next Sunday.’
Me (to my 13-yr-old daughter):
‘Didn’t we agree on that you would be busy with maths this afternoon?’
She: ‘Depends on how you define ‘maths’. I am working on squared paper..’
Always define them accurately.
Just seen the invitation to a renowned international event celebrating diversity – meaning very concretely an award ceremony for outstanding women in business, promoting ‘Gender Equality’.
For the indicated dress code please see the photo.
It is still a long way to go, I presume.. 😉