I’ve commented before that expat gatherings make for lively and insightful conversation. Everyone has seen a lot and knows the landscape, has a sharp eye and open attitude to cross-cultural differences, and has a wry sense of humor for senseless and petty impediments.
First-world corruption is paying someone to do what they aren’t supposed to do; third-world is paying for what they should do, commented the diplomat as he poured some wine. A vigorous debate on political morality followed.
The German strasse means any road, whereas straat is only for a road with bordering buildings, otherwise it’s a weg, observed the architect, munching pizza and prompting a lively debate about the differences between avenues, ways, lanes, alleys, and pavements in the US, UK and Netherlands.
Nations with a colonial history produce better diplomats than nations without one, asserted the historian over coffee. The virtues of Dutch trading posts vs. British colonies was discussed. I think that Europeans cite history like Americans tell family stories: there is nothing abstract about it.
Barack Obama is a socialist in the European reform Marxism tradition, asserts Forbes, in what passes for informed dinner-table opinion in the US. ‘Hard to have an intelligent discussion about the election no matter what angle we started.
I took a stroll through the summer evening afterwards, enjoying the soft lighting, the laughter in the café’s, the music flowing out of the bars. It’s still delightful, remarkable.