Expolding preconceptions
One of the things I like about train travel is the way that exposure to the public explodes your preconceptions.
Like the other day when the Chinese-looking family I was sitting next to, started speaking to each other in fluent german, completely disproving my assumptions about their country of origin. They were three adults and two little children and the youngest in her pram was wailing with that tired whine of the exhausted toddler. A Skippy guy standing over by the door, who with his long beard, tatts and Harley Davidson hoodie was clearly identifiable as a bikie, surprised me, when as the mother turned pram around to face him, started making those wide eyed goo-goo faces that helpful adults make to distract crying children. Somehow he hadn’t struck me as the type to care for either Asians or babies.
Like the other day when the Chinese-looking family I was sitting next to, started speaking to each other in fluent german, completely disproving my assumptions about their country of origin. They were three adults and two little children and the youngest in her pram was wailing with that tired whine of the exhausted toddler. A Skippy guy standing over by the door, who with his long beard, tatts and Harley Davidson hoodie was clearly identifiable as a bikie, surprised me, when as the mother turned pram around to face him, started making those wide eyed goo-goo faces that helpful adults make to distract crying children. Somehow he hadn’t struck me as the type to care for either Asians or babies.
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