This is a conversation that I have held recently with an English speaking interlocutor. I was invited to diner by some friends from my work place. They warned me that, the people at the table are very witty and that they use sarcasm routinely. But, they were pretty sure that I will do fine.
We arrived at 19h30 as required by the invitation. We sat at a table near another table occupied by some politicians. We started to talk about life in general and countries in particular. I was telling a story that I have heard about Kangaroos. Apparently, and according to Peter Ustinov, the word Kangaroo means “I don’t Know”. The story behind it is: An English explorer went to Australia and saw this animal jumping around. And he asked their guide, who happened to be an Aborigine with his posh accent “Tell me, my good man! What is this creature?” The Aborigine looks at him and says in his language “Kangaroo” which means “I don’t know” and this how the word Kangaroo came to exist.
As soon as I finished the story, a gentle mannered man asked me where I was from. As we were laughing, I said “I don’t know” which provoked another round of laughter. I put my glass down and I said that I was a Berber from Algeria. He seemed to know more about Berbers than Algeria, his name was Peter Owen and the conversation went on in this manner.
Peter: (putting a glass a wine to his mouth) so you are a Nomad then?
Tamurt: I must be, because I am here.
Peter: Are you familiar with the blue man?
Tamurt: Not very! They live as far from you as they do from me.
Peter: Algeria is a big country then?
Tamurt: Very!
Peter: Bigger than our country?
Tamurt: Much bigger!
Peter: Who is your head of state?
Tamurt: A very small man! He is called Bouteflika.
Peter: A big country governed by a small man? How strange.
Tamurt: Algeria is land of contradictions.
Peter: What is your official language?
Tamurt: Any! As long as you cannot be understood.
Peter: (laughter) What a strange country!
Tamurt: You cannot be far from the truth.
Peter: How do you understand each other?
Tamurt: We don’t! We all speak at the same time. And nobody listens.
Peter: Do you have a religion?
Tamurt: me?
Peter: well…the whole country.
Tamurt: oh yes! They are all Muslims.
Peter: I guess, you are not because you are drinking wine.
Tamurt: I am! But today I am Christian.
Peter: I don’t understand!
Tamurt: I have two religions. And I am an atheist in middle of the week.
Peter: How can this be?
Tamurt: Two jobs! Two cars! No religious book forbids two religions.
Peter: Indeed! It’s very clever!
Tamurt: Thank you!
The waiter comes with another bottle of wine. He leaves it on the table. Another guest takes interest into the conversation. He is a friend of Peter. His name is Jeremy. My friends started to laugh, because Jeremy is obviously gay.
Jeremy: How long have you been in this country?
Tamurt: I will only speak in the presence of my solicitor.
Both laugh loudly
Jeremy: I am sorry! I was just curious.
Tamurt: Very bad habit!
Jeremy: I know! I am thinking of giving it up.
Tamurt: You shouldn’t! One will never learn anything or about anyone.
Jeremy: I overheard that you have two religions…is that true?
Tamurt: Absolutely! Every word of it!
Peter: But how do you manage them?
Tamurt: I don’t! They manage themselves!
Jeremy: Do you go to mosque?
Tamurt: Never! On Friday, I am a Christian.
Peter: And I suppose that you don’t go to the church either?
Tamurt: You suppose right!
Jeremy: Because on Sunday, you happen be Muslim.
Tamurt: That’s right!
Peter: How convenient!
Tamurt: Nothing to do with convenience. Just a happy hazard.
Jeremy: So how would you define an Algerian or a Ber…
Tamurt: Berber!
Jeremy: Thank you! A Berber?
Tamurt: An Algerian is someone who lives in Algeria. And a Berber is someone who can live everywhere.
Peter: I see! Do the Berbers have a religion?
Tamurt: Most of them do!
Jeremy: And what is their religion?
Tamurt: Islam!
Peter: And what do they think about you having two religions?
Tamurt: They don’t think!
Jeremy: Why is that?
Tamurt: Because thinking is not allowed in Islam.
Peter: Are you going to say that Muslims don’t think?
Tamurt: Not all! Just the Berbers.
Jeremy: What a curious people!
Tamurt: No! They are just as curious as you are.
Laughter
Jeremy: I meant, they are not like other Muslims.
Tamurt: No! Berbers believe without knowing in what they believe. They believe because they think it’s a necessity.
We arrived at 19h30 as required by the invitation. We sat at a table near another table occupied by some politicians. We started to talk about life in general and countries in particular. I was telling a story that I have heard about Kangaroos. Apparently, and according to Peter Ustinov, the word Kangaroo means “I don’t Know”. The story behind it is: An English explorer went to Australia and saw this animal jumping around. And he asked their guide, who happened to be an Aborigine with his posh accent “Tell me, my good man! What is this creature?” The Aborigine looks at him and says in his language “Kangaroo” which means “I don’t know” and this how the word Kangaroo came to exist.
As soon as I finished the story, a gentle mannered man asked me where I was from. As we were laughing, I said “I don’t know” which provoked another round of laughter. I put my glass down and I said that I was a Berber from Algeria. He seemed to know more about Berbers than Algeria, his name was Peter Owen and the conversation went on in this manner.
Peter: (putting a glass a wine to his mouth) so you are a Nomad then?
Tamurt: I must be, because I am here.
Peter: Are you familiar with the blue man?
Tamurt: Not very! They live as far from you as they do from me.
Peter: Algeria is a big country then?
Tamurt: Very!
Peter: Bigger than our country?
Tamurt: Much bigger!
Peter: Who is your head of state?
Tamurt: A very small man! He is called Bouteflika.
Peter: A big country governed by a small man? How strange.
Tamurt: Algeria is land of contradictions.
Peter: What is your official language?
Tamurt: Any! As long as you cannot be understood.
Peter: (laughter) What a strange country!
Tamurt: You cannot be far from the truth.
Peter: How do you understand each other?
Tamurt: We don’t! We all speak at the same time. And nobody listens.
Peter: Do you have a religion?
Tamurt: me?
Peter: well…the whole country.
Tamurt: oh yes! They are all Muslims.
Peter: I guess, you are not because you are drinking wine.
Tamurt: I am! But today I am Christian.
Peter: I don’t understand!
Tamurt: I have two religions. And I am an atheist in middle of the week.
Peter: How can this be?
Tamurt: Two jobs! Two cars! No religious book forbids two religions.
Peter: Indeed! It’s very clever!
Tamurt: Thank you!
The waiter comes with another bottle of wine. He leaves it on the table. Another guest takes interest into the conversation. He is a friend of Peter. His name is Jeremy. My friends started to laugh, because Jeremy is obviously gay.
Jeremy: How long have you been in this country?
Tamurt: I will only speak in the presence of my solicitor.
Both laugh loudly
Jeremy: I am sorry! I was just curious.
Tamurt: Very bad habit!
Jeremy: I know! I am thinking of giving it up.
Tamurt: You shouldn’t! One will never learn anything or about anyone.
Jeremy: I overheard that you have two religions…is that true?
Tamurt: Absolutely! Every word of it!
Peter: But how do you manage them?
Tamurt: I don’t! They manage themselves!
Jeremy: Do you go to mosque?
Tamurt: Never! On Friday, I am a Christian.
Peter: And I suppose that you don’t go to the church either?
Tamurt: You suppose right!
Jeremy: Because on Sunday, you happen be Muslim.
Tamurt: That’s right!
Peter: How convenient!
Tamurt: Nothing to do with convenience. Just a happy hazard.
Jeremy: So how would you define an Algerian or a Ber…
Tamurt: Berber!
Jeremy: Thank you! A Berber?
Tamurt: An Algerian is someone who lives in Algeria. And a Berber is someone who can live everywhere.
Peter: I see! Do the Berbers have a religion?
Tamurt: Most of them do!
Jeremy: And what is their religion?
Tamurt: Islam!
Peter: And what do they think about you having two religions?
Tamurt: They don’t think!
Jeremy: Why is that?
Tamurt: Because thinking is not allowed in Islam.
Peter: Are you going to say that Muslims don’t think?
Tamurt: Not all! Just the Berbers.
Jeremy: What a curious people!
Tamurt: No! They are just as curious as you are.
Laughter
Jeremy: I meant, they are not like other Muslims.
Tamurt: No! Berbers believe without knowing in what they believe. They believe because they think it’s a necessity.
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