In Havana in their poshest restaurant at the Hotel National ( the one where all the gangsters stayed) they
had 2 dishes on the menu, pork and beans and chicken and beans. I ordered pork and beans and the waiter apologized and said they only had chicken and beans. I saw Cuban wines on the list and asked him which was good. We dont actually have any Cuban wines he said, only Venezuelan.
Trying out my Spanish I inadvertently slipped into French and I suddenly realised he was replying in perfect French , better than mine. Spanish, English French I said , and Russian he replied. When I went to the labour department they saw I spoke 4 languages and said I would be perfect for a waiter at the National even though I have a degree. They have to take the job allocated.
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