Being raised in a country where you are told never talk to strangers and more importantly never get into a stranger's car, it's hard to adjust to life here. Let's paint the picture; you are walking home from work and a transit van pulls up next to you and beckons you to climb aboard. In England, you just wouldn't, here however your thinking about this concept as you're sitting in the van of said stranger. As you arrive back home, said stranger says "two hours yes?" and you shrug your shoulders, so he answers for you "yes, two hours!" next thing you know he's outside your house two hours later, and your family says 'he's come to take you!'
'Where?' I replied,
'I don't know just get in!' So you do. The next thing you know your at the strangers house which, by this time you've grown to flnd him rather interesting. As you arrive there is a pre-prepared feast waiting on table and about 4litres of wine to consume.
Strange place man.
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