During the rehearsal break on Wednesday morning, I amused quite a few Bosnian maintenance men by managing to lock myself in the bathroom. It wasn’t my fault! While I was in the stall, someone tried to open it from the other side and the handle came loose. So when I tried unlock the door, the handle just spun around in circles. Yikes! Fortunately, I’ve been studying Bosnian while I eat breakfast every day and I had just learned how to say, “help me, please”. So I shouted “pomozi me, molim vas!” and a woman ran out to find a maintenance guy. Of course, the maintenance guy brings along a whole gang of other guys who work at the National Theater, I think mainly to laugh at me. J They kept trying to talk to me in Bosnian, I just kept repeating “ne razumiem” which means “I don’t understand”. I also tried asking them to find someone who could translate for me, but they just focused on getting me out. Alas, after a VERY long 5-10 minutes, I was freed.
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