Something beautiful just happened and I simply had to blog about it.
I took the underground back home from wherever I was coming from, and “met” those two guys. There were empty seats beside them but- not wanting to give the appearance of wanting to sit close to “fine boys” I chose a seat a bit further away.
Anyhow, it was unmistakable: Americans!! A rare sight/treat/pleasure in Vienna; so- as nature demanded- I was forced to be curious.. and curious I was. I was intrigued.. I was eager to find out.. who they were.. where they had come from.. what they were doing here.
My heart started beating faster.. Should I just walk up to them and ask them? I don’t want to give them the impression of Austrians being too forward. But then again, wasn’t the general consensus that we were just prude, stuck-up, narrow-minded, traditional, conservative snobs? I would defend our reputation, our honour; would add some pleasure to their experience.
And so, with all these thoughts going through my mind.. and my heart beating excessively, my feet took control of the situation. My face automatically (if I may add) adjusted itself, I got up with a bright smile, and took a seat next to one of the guys.
Sorry for interrupting. But.. I’m just curious. What are you guys doing here?
They sat there, marvelling.. both confused (so it seemed to me) before one of them finally spoke. It must have been my bright smile and shining eyes that eventually eased the situation.
Hey. We play football.
American football. (The other one added.)
(For clarity-sake, let me just add this now: one of them was Caucasian, the other Black. Both Americans. Both cute. Both tall. Both just wonderfully awesome in appearance LOL. For simplicity: The white guy will be Mr.W, the black one Mr. B. Our conversation went somewhat like this:)
American football. Here? In Vienna?
Yea. Sounds funny, right? (Mr. B)
(We all laughed sheepishly, as though we agreed it was obviously very absurd.)
So, how long have you been here?
Me, just one week. Him, three. (Mr. B)
And how long are you staying?
Hmmm ok. Do you like it so far?
Well, I havn’t been around much. Haven’t really seen places. I don’t know anywhere. I only follow him. (Mr. B pointed at Mr. W)
(Seeing an opportunity to play good Samaritan here, I naturally wanted to suggest taking him on a tour. Though I eventually concluded it might be wiser to hold back on such an offer… for now..)
Do you speak any German?
(They both grinned.)
Not really. Well.. I know “Servus” and “Einhorn”. (Mr. B)
(I was naturally confused at that..Every German-speaker would have..)
Einhorn? Like.. unicorn?
Yes, unicorn. (Mr. B)
(I laughed). Now that’s random..
(Another important info: As I was seated beside the Caucasian guy, I was circumstantially facing Mr. B)
So, what do you do here? (Mr. W finally spoke)
I was born here, have lived her all my life. Well, until I moved to London. I’ve just moved back here though.
OK. Well, my aunt lived here for seven years. She’s just moved back.
Oh, ok. Nice. Americans in Vienna. Haha.. rare sight.
Oh is it? Besides, is it so obvious we’re Americans?
Haha.. Are you kidding me? Yes it is. Apart from your English, I could have identified you from afar.
Well, first.. there’s your look.
Well.. you know, you look American. Plus of course (directed at Mr. B) just everything about you really. Especially your hair.
My hair? (they both laughed)
Your hair’s not much different.
Mine are braids. Yours are dreadlocks. They’re used to mine, they’re not used to yours.
No wonder everyone’s been staring at me. I was wondering. (They laughed again.)
And of course, your dressing.
(They laughed childishly) Are you serious? So people don’t wear jumpsuits here?
Well, they do. Just not in public. (I joked)
Oh, I’m sorry! (he mocked sarcastic)
It’s fine. No offence taken.
(I don’t know where or when exactly the switch happened, but the next thing I asked Mr. B was..)
So.. what’s your name?
Ahhhhhhhh.. You’re joking!! Are you serious. (They were naturally taken aback; could not possibly have seen this pool of emotions coming) Oh, sorry.. sorry.. I get excited so easily. Well, I’m Yinka! (I help out my hand to shake his. I know, very formal indeed. That’s the proper Austrian in me *shrug*)
Oh. Are you Nigerian too? (Mr. B)
Ehmmm.. I said my name was Yinka.
Hmmm.. OK. Are you Yoruba or Igbo?
LOOOOOOOL.. Hahahahahhaha.. (I couldn’t control myself anymore.) Tunde, are you serious? Oh no, so you’re one of them. One of those who know nothing about their country, their people, their language.. (*deep sigh* Yes, there I was, making conclusions based on a simple question on his part. If you like, stone me!)
Well.. I only lived there until I was three. I was born there though. Oh, wait.. Did you say “Yinka” like “Yinka Aremi” the…
Ehm.. well, I don’t know who that is, but I guess..
(Mr. W was obviously enjoying the conversation. He just kept laughing..)
Oh no, I feel embarrassed. Quite embarrassed, actually!
Why are you feeling embarrassed for him? (Mr. W, still laughing)
(I decided to let it slide.. forgiving, peace-loving me.) Have you ever gone to visit?
Nah. Not since I left. See, I’m a proud American! (he said patriotically. We all laughed)
It’s cool. It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.
I can say “Bawo ni” though.
Ok.. (I said, obviously not impressed. We all smiled.)
(At that point we got to “Kagran” and I naturally assumed they would get off, so I concluded..)
Well, I guess you guys are getting off now?
I don’t know (Mr. B), I just follow him (looking at Mr. W).
Oh, no. We’re getting off next one. (Mr. W)
Oh, yea. And I know how to say Bruennerstr. xxx. (Mr. B)
Ooooooo-kaaaaaay.. (I replied, rolling my eyes)
That’s where we live. (Mr. B)
(I smiled. Obviously registering it.. LOL ..and then it was time for them to leave.)
Well, I’ll let you guys go. Take care (I said and got up. They got up too.)
Nice meeting you. (Mr. B & W)
Nice meeting you too!
Looking back at the conversation, I wished I had spoken a bit more to Mr. W *cry.sigh.whine* but they’re here for another 6 months and I’m certain our paths will meet again. Vienna is tiny and I’d be shocked not to run into them again. If not anywhere, then maybe somewhere around Bruennerstr.. *wink*
But honestly, I was glad I gave myself a push. It’s nothing unusual for me.. but I haven’t acted so boldly in a while. I’m proud of myself.. and very excited about possibilities. Who does not want American acquaintances? Hahaha.. Ok, I’m aware of the fact I’m sounding like a bush-girl here, but hey, who cares!? It’s just always such a pleasure meeting new people. People who are and hopefully think differently.. A breath of fresh air. Summer’s coming!!! ＼(*＾▽＾*)／