Thursday, July 23, 2009

More on Visas and Taxis and Violence

I've got to modify my rant against cabbies. I actually really liked one we got in Vienna two weeks ago and nearly forgot.

We got in the car and he asked us -- in English not German -- where we were from? The US, I said.

"Ah, Obama," he chuckled. "You don't have to pretend you are Canadian anymore."

That was cute. I guess maybe they are not all evil beasts.

Much talk is centering on the prospect of organized criminals moving en masse into Serbia and Montenegro -- there are plenty enough now -- to get passports that will open the world to them. The Internal Affairs ministries say they will prevent that and institute strict regulations to stop abuse. Call us skeptical.

I've written before about the shocking violence of some adages used in Bosnian. Here are examples.

Whereas Americans talk about sleeping like a log or like a baby, Bosnians describe deep sleep as Spavio sam ko zaklan -- I slept as if butchered.

Whereas Americans express enthusiasm for a big feast by proclaiming "Let's dig in!" Bosnians might say: Hajmo tamo da koljemo." Let's go there to the slaughter. Yummy.

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