I was on my way home from ICLC last night, planning on making some delicious pasta, when I saw this guy kind of looking at me. Well, it was more like he was staring. So I move away and kind of turn, hoping he'll leave me alone. But instead he comes up to me and asks me how to get to somewhere. Now, English was clearly not his first language, so I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. He brought me over to the tube map and pointed out his destination, and I told him what line he was looking for. He thanked me and I was about to walk away, thinking our interaction was finished.
Nope.
He asked me where I was from. It didn't help that I had just read something in ICLC about how al-Qaida is targetting Americans in other parts of the world, including Europe. So I tried to prevaricate, saying I was from Bayswater, near Notting Hill. But then he said, no, where originally. What country?
My answer?
"Canada."
It was a strange interaction. He then asked me if I was Muslim, to which I responded in the negative, and how long I'd be staying here. So I lied some more. I said I was here for three months visiting family, and tried to end the conversation. Luckily his train came and I was free. It was a little unsettling, especially since I was by myself and the station wasn't that crowded. There were a handful of people around, but nothing like when I'm going to school in the morning or when I'm off to Duckworth. But don't you all worry, I can handle myself! I am Canadian, after all.
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3 comments:
I totally would have said Canada too, haha.
It was weird haha.
I would have said Italy and then the guy would've laughed at me. Then I would have screamed BUT IM ITALIAN! IM ITALIAN! and he would have left me alone.
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