‘From what country do you come?’
‘And how is it here for you?’
‘When did you arrive to India?’
‘And for how long will you travel?’
‘Are you married?’
‘What do you do in your country?’
‘You teach public or private?’
‘Are there laws in England that prohibit a student dating a teacher in your country?’
‘But is it actually a law?’
‘My friend was in acute difficulty in this regard.’
‘I have been to Scotland. Very sceneric. My favourite place. Have you seen the film Bravehearts? A Scottish man called Wallace plays in it.
‘Have you been to Scotland?’
‘What is the minimum temperature in England?’
‘What is the minimum temperature in Scotland?’
‘What is the maximum temperature in England?’
‘What is the maximum temperature in Scotland?’
‘What is the temperature in England now?’
‘Scotland is famous for its wine. Very delicious wine.’
I hadn’t touched my beer during this four minute barrage of questions. He left the bar as abruptly as his interrogation had started, door swinging shut as he said goodbye with the cordial civility of a man leaving a job interview. Thank God I’d brought my notepad.
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