Americans are
famed for their ability to shallow small talk – anywhere and anytime. I find
that Australians are just as capable; I have met some very friendly and pleasant
people in shops, at the bank and so on. But when it comes to socializing with
newcomers in school and in the neighborhood, the Australians are even more
reserved than Swedes. They simply do not engage in conversations and should you
actually manage to get start a conversation you have to work hard on not letting
it die out.
There are two
questions though that I have been asked by the mothers in school I have managed to have
halfhearted conversations with. These ladies have not asked me for my name,
how many children I have, how long we have lived here, where we come from, what
I think about Australia, if I work. What they are interested in knowing is if
we rent our house or if we bought it. Half of the Australians rent their homes,
51% to be exact. I tell them that we rent our abode and I see a satisfied smirk
on their faces. ”That pompous European woman with her flat ironed hair and her
European city suv, she doesn’t even own her home here – HA!” they seem to think.
At least I own my car which is probably more than most mothers in school do. So
HA right back at ya’.
Our stomping grounds - if ever so temporarily
The other
question these women ask me is how many languages I speak. Having lived in a
number of countries, I have picked up a number of languages. I only practice
Swedish and English in my daily life but there are three more that I have been
more or less fluent in during a period of my life. When I have answered the questions,
I am often asked to list the languages and I get asked if I dream in these
languages too. No, I do not dream in any other language than my native. If I
do, I cannot remember as I was not fully conscious during my sleep. I was in
fact sleeping. Hoping to keep the conversation going, I have returned the
questions. ”Only English” they have all answered. One even just walked away
from me. One told her daughter that she ”felt so stupid” when she heard how
many languages I speak when she only speaks English. Well, being Swedish we don’t
really have much choice if we want to be able to communicate with people
outside our country. Australia is a huge country and a continent in itself,
English is widely spoken in the world, I say in a feeble attempt to console.
Next time, I won’t try to console – I’ll just remind them that I may speak five
languages but I am renting my house.
I know that it will make them feel so much better.
A Tassie devil; just because he is cute!
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