Thursday, May 14, 2009

Death in Tehran is a recurrent theme in my life. I wrote about it here. In my case, it's not really death in Tehran that I'm facing no matter what, but having my day prorogued by brown people. I may have come all the way to Korea, but brown people are still the bane of my existence.

I was at the bank today. There are eight employees but only one that speaks English. Usually I deal with her. Today, I arrived 30 seconds too late and an Indian woman, the only other foreigner I've ever seen there, got to the English-speaking teller before me. She spent the next 45 minutes not understanding anything, just like back home. Just like back home, the time I could've spent sipping tea or coffee evaporated behind an obtuse brown person.

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