I am at the bar in the Village hotel. The phone rings, I answer "Village Main Bar" phone: "bla bla bla" me: "Sorry, could you speak English please?" phone: "Who are you?" me: "I am Ilse, and who are you?" phone: "Caroline" me: "Yes Caroline, tell me." phone: "I would like to speak to somebody" me: "sorry???" phone: "Yes, I would like to speak to somebody". me: "So? You already speak with somebody, I am somebody." phone: "but no..." me: "Yes, I am somebody! But maybe you would like to speak to the barman. Then just simply ask: Can I speak the barman please?"
The son of the Belgian council has heard the whole conversation and remarks: "yes,... some education here would be a good case!"
After 8 months I have been driving a car. It was strange: steering wheel was on the wrong side, all buttons have been swopped and underneath a pedal was missing. Just not to say anything about all those people driving on the wrong side of the road. But... I haven't made any lump.