The situation last Sunday (aeh... before y'day here) was complete surrealistic: I met two women, who wanted to help me by the translation, at noon near my house. They were sitting in a restaurant (or better outside) and had breakfast. With cappuccino , rolls and Greek salad, in the background Latin American music and we were talking about migrants in S. Korea (writing in chinese and korean, talking in korean (ha, ha..), english and german...