Overheard in Hiezha Rai…
Tony July 4th, 2008

A little vignette from our hiking trip last May:
Hanging out in one of the common rooms in the hiezha. A guy with a mustache flags me over.
Mustache: (bulgarian) Excuse Me.
Me: (bulgarian) Yes?
Mustache: (bg) Are you Swiss?
Me: (bg) What?
Mustache: (bg) Are you Swiss?
Me: (bg) Swiss? Sorry, I don’t know that word.
Someone in my group knows a little bit of English, so intervenes.
Someone: (to me, english) He wants to know if you’re Swiss! (to mustache, bg) No, he’s American.
Me: (to someone, bg) Oh, thanks. (to mustache, bg) No, I’m American.
Mustache: (bg) Oh, sorry.
Me: (bg) Oh, it’s no problem.
*awkward silence*
And…. Scene. I like to think I know a fair amount of Bulgarian, but it’s amazing how much not knowing one word (in this case “Swiss”) can completely trainwreck my conversations. In hindsight I should’ve just responded ‘No, sorry’ instead of trying to figure out what word he was using. Ah well.
A little explanation to this story: I don’t usually get mistaken for Swiss. Usually people guess German or English, and these words I know. Apparently Mustache Guy had seen the “Swiss Gear” water bottles that we were using and might’ve known a little bit of Swiss. When I confirmed that I wasn’t in fact, Swiss, there wasn’t much that he wanted to talk about.