Absurd Notes

I was born in Poland, but England is my home now. I proposed to my wife in France, and we went on our honeymoon to the Dominican Republic. I work in a Swedish company, and I have people from Tunisia and Ghana in my department. Before that I worked with an Australian who had Belgian roots, and a New Zealander who was half Maori. A girl from Ecuador serves me Norwegian salmon and Indian samosa for lunch. In a queue, behind my back, a Pakistani man asks if the food is halal, and right behind him, a Nigerian security guard who has a Ukrainian wife urges his Algerian colleague to try South African biltong. The vending machine in our canteen is being restocked by an Estonian, whose wife ran away with a guy from Mozambique, whose second wife had a son with a Portuguese, whose grandfather came from Mauritius and married a girl from Somalia in Switzerland. At home, I eat Czech dumplings with Hungarian stew and wash it down with Danish beer from a glass that I stole a long time ago in an Irish p...