“A good many times I have been presented at gatherings of people who, by the standards of the traditional culture, are thought highly educated and who have with considerable gusto been expressing their incredulity at the illiteracy of scientists. Once or twice I have been provoked and have asked the company how many of them could describe the Second Law of Thermodynamics. The response was cold: it was also negative. Yet I was asking something which is about the scientific equivalent of: ‘Have you ever read a work of Shakespeare’s?’”
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Somewhere in the sky between Italy and the Netherlands.
I don’t know what to say… 🙂
I just want to thank everyone for reading about my crazy adventure at the Euromast. Thanks for liking the post, and thanks for your comments.
It is strange to read comments like “You’re very brave”. I never thought of myself as brave. But hey, what I did was actually something really brave!
Being Freshly Pressed is a great incentive to keep writing. I already have some ideas, but no posts about adventurous things. At least for a while! 😉
On Friday night, M. and I decided to have dinner at the Indonesian restaurant.
We arrived and asked for een tafel voor twee. The waitress seemed a bit confused, but after a moment she showed us to our table.
Another waiter took our orders, two biertjes and two rijstafels. He then asked us something in Dutch. A moment of panic! Ok, let’s switch to English.
Then the other waitress brought us the food, and said something in Dutch. We didn’t get anything, and we asked her to speak English. She looked like “Hey, you were speaking Dutch earlier!”
After a while, she came again at our table to check if everything was OK. She explained that she tought we were Dutch, and she was surprised when we switched to English.
How she could think that we were Dutch, that’s a mystery to me!
Anyway, she was also non Dutch. And when we asked her where she was from, she said: “Oh, I’m from a lot of places. I’m from Canada, I’m from Hong Kong…”
At first I was tempted to reply: “Ok, but where exactly are you from? Canada or Hong Kong?”. But then, is it really that important? Do we really have to look for an exact definition? Besides, the most precise information is exactly the one she gave us. And more interesting too!
Not only we learned that she is from here and there (and since a few months she is in the Netherlands to study) but her answer made me think about one’s identity, roots and culture.
It also reminded me when, while I was in Canada, I was asked a similar question – where are you from? are you Italian, you don’t look like Italian? – and I answered: “My mom is from the Philippines, my dad is Italian and I am…me!”
Not very precise, but true.