Story time I

Hello, my name is Elena and I am from Germany 😊

Story: I was walking down the quais in Bordeaux at 2 am and a guy falls in step with me: “It is nice to walk from time to time” “I wouldn’t know, I prefer biking” “You are from far away?” “Uh?” “You don’t sound French” (conversation is in French) “Oh, yeah.” “Are you German? you sound German” “I’m from Romania” “From Bucharest?” “Yeah…” “That’s the capital of Romania” “Yes” Walking a few steps in silance, I thought I should ask back about his origins. Oh, he spoke perfect French. Am I rasist for assuming he was an immigrant because he is of African descent? I considered it for a moment, but no French born person knows what the capital of Romania is. So I asked: “And you?” “Me?!” I’m smiling encouragingly at him. “Africa” I’m laughing. “Which country?” He says a name I never heard of and didn’t think about asking for a repeat so I might retain it. “In Central Africa. Do you know it?” I’m shaking my head “no”. Yes, I am am ignorant bitch. Just like the French. Haha. Should fix that. Should I? Anyway, we walk some more. “I bet your name is Elena” and then he walks of “There it is!”. I figured he found whatever he was looking for and went on my way. He cought up with me on a bike: ” There, two streets down you can rent a bike too”. Apperantly I don’t speak French clear enough or he wasn’t listening because I told him previously that I have an issue with the bike pass I took and cannot rent bikes anymore. Well, it’s nice I inspired him. “I’m very close to the hotel now.” “Oh, ok. Bonne soirée” “Bonne soirée”