One
time I went to buy myself a cutting board.
It
wasn't easy like here in the U.S. where we just go to our local
retail store.
Instead,
I needed to visit a carpenter.
When
I found one, I used my "survival Farsi" and told a bearded
carpenter what I wanted.
I
used strange (but I hoped understandable) gesticulations to describe
what I wanted.
I
believe that my gestures said more than my use of the local
language.
The
bearded carpenter acknowledged that he understood my request, and
proceeded to cut and sand a block of wood.
He
was finished after about 10 minutes, told me the cost, and then asked
me if I believed in Allah.
I
pointed to the sun and muttered, "Zoroaster".
I
knew immediately I should have just said "Yes" and left.
The
bearded carpenter slapped me gently on my cheek, shook his head, and
wagged his finger at me.
I
paid him for my breadboard and left.
But
his slap was as much a shock to me as the one that the bishop gave me
at my Confirmation.
Another
time I went to buy some toilet paper, but before I could buy the TP I
had to answer a question: "Was I Russian?"
I
think I was just getting teased, but this shopkeeper had a serious
demeanor when he asked his question, and so I took it seriously.
I
was able to buy the TP once the shopkeeper realized that I was not
Russian.
Touryalai
told me "Russia steals our gas and food."
Later,
of course, they would to try to steal his entire country.
IT'S
ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES
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