Some of the guests yesterday did not believe that the food was from the local Indian buffet because the quality was massively superior to what they usually serve. The secret is that the people at the restaurant love me and went all out for me. They also adore Klara who’s been visiting since she was two months old.
“Are you having people from your country or white people to your party?” asked the worker from the restaurant.
Since everybody in my country is very white, I didn’t get the question.
“It’s people from the university,” I said.
“So white people,” he said. And explained, seeing my confused look, “Americans, I mean.”