A woman and four men, speaking passionately about our apartment contract. Three of them are shaking their heads at the man behind the desk. Later on, we are told that they were debating about whether we would get our deposit back.
We walk up to a restaurant. We walk away from the restaurant. “I sure wish we could read the menu; it smelled nice in there…”
Outside by the car, waiting for the gas tank to fill. One man says something. Everyone explodes into laughter. Except us. We smile and pretend we know what’s going on.
“How are you?” I ask.
“Have you been quitting?” I ask.
“No, I haven’t been drinking! I have been praying!”
The news playing in the reception area. Four or five men are crowded below a tiny television set.
“Something something Mubarak something.” Says the man on the screen. The crowd gasps.
I speak to a man in the hallway. After much difficulty communicating, he says in halting English, “You need to learn Arabic.”
Yes, yes we do.