He says he is the army, and I have to pay him a dollar. ‘How do you say in English,’ he says in English, ‘when you have too much in the night?’ ‘Hangover,’ I say. ‘Hamburger?’ ‘No, hangover’ – and I write it out for him. I HAVE A HANGOVER. ‘I have a hamburger,’ he reads, entertaining us both. I begin to like him a little, but I’m still pissed off about the dollar.
