I found half of the day to visit a flower show and had my long hair cut. Coming out of the show, I walked along until I came to a park bench. I sat down to allow myself some leisure for the first time since I started learning French two months before. www.mfzlk.com
Then a book lying in the grass nearby caught my eye. I picked it up. It was a French book in excellent binding①. As I turned the pages quickly, a young couple came up to ask if I had seen a book in German. Wrongly understanding my expression on my face, the young man, who seemed well-educated, added that it was a book in literature.
I held out the book and explained it was a French book on education. The man was so troubled by what I said that he took it away from my hand in a hurry.As they turned to go away, I heard the man speaking: “What do you expect? A guy② with long hair and in bell-bottom trousers③ can’t tell German from French.”
The girl nodded in agreement, but I was wondering if she would ever find out what was going on.