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[Kerkes]

Anyway, here's what happened to me 8 years ago.
I went on a holiday to Prague with my classmates, to celebrate end of high-school. We stopped in Vienna, at Prater park. My friend and I were hungry, so decided to grab a snack from a fast food stand. We ordered some hot-dogs, and then I went to my other friends who were asking me for some advice on what alchohol/ciggars we should buy. Before that, I went back to the stand and told to my friend at the fast-food stand :"You stay here, and keep an eye on this old idiot (who was working at the fast food stand) not to mess up something with the hot-dogs". Few minutes later, I returned. The "old idiot" looks at me and says in my native language:"Well, boys, are you from Croatia? Me too." My only tought in that moment was "Earth, please do open beneath my feet." I never felt so ashamed in my life.

[Baronius]

It must have been very awkward for both of you.

I also have a story my father told me. My father and his friend were in Vatican (they were young), listening to the speech of the Pope in Saint Peter's Square. He (my father's friend) wanted himself to be photographed with a priest (he was a big Catholic). He noticed a priest nearby, and addressed him in Hungarian (assuming the priest will know anyway what tourists with a camera want to ask). "Heya my pal', my friend would like to take a photo of me with you". To his great surprise, the priest warmly welcomed him in Hungarian: "I was immersed in the speech of the Pope, and now I hear the language of my homeland, my brother!", and hugged him. Then he hugged my father as well. He was a priest from Hungary, who had been in the Vatican for six months.