Ruth
The Living Force
This is definitely the weirdest dream I've ever had!
I was in a French cafe on my Russian tour of Sydney (I know, it's confusing). Actually this French cafe could have been anywhere in the world, but I got the impression it was run by French speakers and was in a French speaking country. And French is not Sydney's official language. This place could have been anywhere in the world. I was on my own, but I was surrounded by people, as I tend to do that a lot. It's a better platform to watch what's going on. I also can't stand the 'noise' of too many people around me. I was admiring the waiting staff's industry and the fact that they obviously enjoyed what they did. When an Indian family came in.
To get to the cafe, I had come up from underground tunnels which held shops that were closed for Easter. As I was sitting there watching the wait staff and the cafe owner behind the bar, a large Indian family came in through the side door. There were about 10-12 of them, many of them children. I looked at the way they came in and thought "Oh, that's interesting, how come I didn't know that was an entrance and egress from this cafe onto the street at the side? That might come in handy if I have to get out of here quickly". The Indian family made it's way round the table and went towards the stairs to go down into the tunnels. As I didn't speak Hindi, I couldn't tell them that the shops in the tunnels were all shut and there was nothing down there for them. I was hoping they'd soon work it out, or that they had another reason for wanting to go down there.
Just before closing another member of my Russian tour brought a psychic into the cafe and had a palm reading, although by that time it looked more like I was sitting in a cafe in an airport. Psychic tends to engage my interest and I wondered if I should get one done too, but I wasn't inclined to pay for it (they tend to be a rip off mostly, especially the gypsys although this psychic wasn't dressed like one).
She came over to me and told me to hold out my hand. I was hoping that she wouldn't ask me for money (she didn't). She told me briefly that if I wanted to be a (didn't quite catch it but it sounded like 'legend'), that I had to head to the South of France to a town called (didn't quite catch it either, but it had 'sur' in the name). She got up and left quickly before I could tell her to naff off and that she was a fraud! Besides, I'd be hopeless as wait staff in a French restaurant or cafe. (I'm not sure if there's any basis for the feeling that the French are always 'mean' to people who aren't as good as doing what they can do well, lol). Then I had the thought that if I had to work in the service industry, I could find Russians to employ me. They might teach me Russian and NOT make me wait tables....
Anyway, getting back to the cafe. It was closing time and the wait staff had gone home. The owner went out the back and wrote up a cheque for the days takings. He came out the front with the cheque and bust into song. "Who wants the Euro cheque? Who wants the Euro cheque?" It was a very impressive performance. He could have taken the lead (Tevye) in the musical 'Fiddler on the Roof'.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiddler_on_the_Roof_(film)
He even brought out an accordion and played it (not a fiddle).
He was singing along, not looking too happy about the situation he was singing about and waving the cheque in his hand, when he took the cheque to the mantelpiece and placed it there. There was a whole bunch of other bits of paper there too. I wondered why they had all been placed on the mantelpiece. As if this was a good place to put a businesses takings.
That's when I woke up.
I was in a French cafe on my Russian tour of Sydney (I know, it's confusing). Actually this French cafe could have been anywhere in the world, but I got the impression it was run by French speakers and was in a French speaking country. And French is not Sydney's official language. This place could have been anywhere in the world. I was on my own, but I was surrounded by people, as I tend to do that a lot. It's a better platform to watch what's going on. I also can't stand the 'noise' of too many people around me. I was admiring the waiting staff's industry and the fact that they obviously enjoyed what they did. When an Indian family came in.
To get to the cafe, I had come up from underground tunnels which held shops that were closed for Easter. As I was sitting there watching the wait staff and the cafe owner behind the bar, a large Indian family came in through the side door. There were about 10-12 of them, many of them children. I looked at the way they came in and thought "Oh, that's interesting, how come I didn't know that was an entrance and egress from this cafe onto the street at the side? That might come in handy if I have to get out of here quickly". The Indian family made it's way round the table and went towards the stairs to go down into the tunnels. As I didn't speak Hindi, I couldn't tell them that the shops in the tunnels were all shut and there was nothing down there for them. I was hoping they'd soon work it out, or that they had another reason for wanting to go down there.
Just before closing another member of my Russian tour brought a psychic into the cafe and had a palm reading, although by that time it looked more like I was sitting in a cafe in an airport. Psychic tends to engage my interest and I wondered if I should get one done too, but I wasn't inclined to pay for it (they tend to be a rip off mostly, especially the gypsys although this psychic wasn't dressed like one).
She came over to me and told me to hold out my hand. I was hoping that she wouldn't ask me for money (she didn't). She told me briefly that if I wanted to be a (didn't quite catch it but it sounded like 'legend'), that I had to head to the South of France to a town called (didn't quite catch it either, but it had 'sur' in the name). She got up and left quickly before I could tell her to naff off and that she was a fraud! Besides, I'd be hopeless as wait staff in a French restaurant or cafe. (I'm not sure if there's any basis for the feeling that the French are always 'mean' to people who aren't as good as doing what they can do well, lol). Then I had the thought that if I had to work in the service industry, I could find Russians to employ me. They might teach me Russian and NOT make me wait tables....
Anyway, getting back to the cafe. It was closing time and the wait staff had gone home. The owner went out the back and wrote up a cheque for the days takings. He came out the front with the cheque and bust into song. "Who wants the Euro cheque? Who wants the Euro cheque?" It was a very impressive performance. He could have taken the lead (Tevye) in the musical 'Fiddler on the Roof'.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiddler_on_the_Roof_(film)
He even brought out an accordion and played it (not a fiddle).
He was singing along, not looking too happy about the situation he was singing about and waving the cheque in his hand, when he took the cheque to the mantelpiece and placed it there. There was a whole bunch of other bits of paper there too. I wondered why they had all been placed on the mantelpiece. As if this was a good place to put a businesses takings.
That's when I woke up.
