I remember two rude Australian women at a museum store in Mexico City. They were watching a young mother as she spoke to her rowdy son in French. And then she spoke to the museum staff in perfect Spanish. All the while, the two women were criticising her in loud, crass English, perfectly audible to this woman, and to us. Did they not think she might be able to understand them? Were they so oblivious to the possibility simply because they themselves possessed only one language?
-5 January 2016
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