They talk for a few more minutes, and then they’re interrupted by the arrival of the main course, at which point the minister turns to the person on the other side of him and István finds himself having to engage with his own other neighbor, an elderly lady who wants something done about immigration.
She’s embarrassed when she understands, after a minute or two, that István is himself a foreigner.
“I don’t mean you, of course,” she says, putting a hand on his arm.
“No, of course nor,” István says.
“We need people like you.”
“Well,” he says. “It’s nice of you to say so.”
“You’re not the problem.”
“I hope not.”
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