Cultural differences....
-This comment should have been posted on Wednseday but I was too busy in the afternoon....-
So, here it goes..
Time: Yesterday morning (around 11.00-11.30 am)
Place: The apartment building I live.
It is not a big secret that I do not respond well to waking up in the morning, (did you notice I did not say "early"?), so one of the strategies I employ to keep me awake is to listen to music. I mostly prefer something vivid with tempo and rhythm, so, it is time for some Greek dance music.
Since I turn the volume high and I often sing along, you can guess I am being quite noisy. So, when I heard someone knocking on my door, I naturally assumed that this was one of my neighbors coming to protest.
I reluctantly opened the door ready to a) admit that the music was loud but also b) that it was 11.00 and other people make even more noise than me in really inappropriate hours (after 10.30 pm for example). So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw one of the painters painting the walls in the corridor. It turned out that the guy was Greek , and as he told me, when he heard the Greek music, he knocked on my door to .....just talk to another Greek person. And not only that, but he also had a request: He actually asked me to keep the volume up since he really enjoyed the music! (something I did with pleasure.....)
But that was not all! Ten minutes later, somebody else knocked on my door. Once again, not a protesting neighbor but ANOTHER Greek painter who just wanted to tell me he enjoyed the song he was listening too!!!
Now, correct me if I am wrong, but I think most people would not react in this situation like that; (I mean they found it natural to knock on my door and ask me for something, without knowing me and I found natural a) what they did and b) to do what they asked.
Imagine that....
So, here it goes..
Time: Yesterday morning (around 11.00-11.30 am)
Place: The apartment building I live.
It is not a big secret that I do not respond well to waking up in the morning, (did you notice I did not say "early"?), so one of the strategies I employ to keep me awake is to listen to music. I mostly prefer something vivid with tempo and rhythm, so, it is time for some Greek dance music.
Since I turn the volume high and I often sing along, you can guess I am being quite noisy. So, when I heard someone knocking on my door, I naturally assumed that this was one of my neighbors coming to protest.
I reluctantly opened the door ready to a) admit that the music was loud but also b) that it was 11.00 and other people make even more noise than me in really inappropriate hours (after 10.30 pm for example). So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw one of the painters painting the walls in the corridor. It turned out that the guy was Greek , and as he told me, when he heard the Greek music, he knocked on my door to .....just talk to another Greek person. And not only that, but he also had a request: He actually asked me to keep the volume up since he really enjoyed the music! (something I did with pleasure.....)
But that was not all! Ten minutes later, somebody else knocked on my door. Once again, not a protesting neighbor but ANOTHER Greek painter who just wanted to tell me he enjoyed the song he was listening too!!!
Now, correct me if I am wrong, but I think most people would not react in this situation like that; (I mean they found it natural to knock on my door and ask me for something, without knowing me and I found natural a) what they did and b) to do what they asked.
Imagine that....
posted by Immortalis at 7:30 μ.μ.
6 Comments:
that's an awesome story thanos! i wish greek painter men would knock on my door. and in my fantasy, they would not be wearing shirts. hmm . . . i think i need to get me some of this greek dance music you speak of.
Hmmm, I did not know you would be interested....
As for the Greek dance music, do not forget what is most important:
"OPA"
I guess it shows how much difference cultural familiarity makes...
Wow Erin, in my fantasy they're not wearing shirts and carrying food.
But I don't need the music, thank you. I'm happily fed (even if it is by a non-Greek).
okay, andrea, that has just put a really inappropriate picture in my overly-actively imaginative head.
we will never speak about this again, ever.
EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Raph, I am so sorry.
Em, wipe that grin off your face.
To everyone else, I apologise.
And no, we shall never speak of this again.
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