If you want to I can speak zulu
This post is part of a photography series that we've called 'bésame muuuchooooo' (kiss me a lot, like the Spanish song) where we tell stories about the way these couples have met each other and portray them in all their raw and passional love
'It really bothers me when people come to bother me while I'm partying with my friends. Yes, I'm one of those unpleasant girls. If someone came to talk to me, at least in Morocco, I had an excuse, since everyone speaks french and I was like 'sorry, I don't understand, I don't speak French' and they were like 'oh, you're Spanish, right?'. Yes, I'm Spanish. 'Do you speak English?' Yes, I do, but very poorly, I won't understand you either. I told everyone the same. They are very annoying, specially if you're European. That's the true. (...)
I went out to party with my coworkers and we went to a disco where they started to play 'Felices los 4' (a Spanish song) and I started dancing with my friend. Close to us there were two guys, one of them was Simo. We started talking and he asked me what others did 20 times before:
- Do you speak French?
- No, sorry, I don't speak French
- Do you speak English?
- I'm awful at English. Horrible.
- If you want to I can speak zulu.
And I asked him: are you from South Africa? And he said: no, but I just came back from a South Africa trip. And I replied: 'oh, I just came back from Tanzania' and we started talking. Later into the night I told him 'say something in zulu' and he said nothing (laughs).