Isabel: Did you hear these tourists in the cafe? I guess they're speaking Dutch, or maybe German.

Maruxa: Hmm, I don't know really. I can hardly hear them. In any case, from the way they look they're obviously from the north of Europe - tall, blond, pale...

Isabel: They might be from North America. There's lots of people of different kinds there. Still, in that case they'll probably speak English.

Maruxa: No idea really. I wish I could speak and understand more than I do. We've been learning English for months but I can still only say some phrases and I can hardly understand when the teacher talks to me.

Isabel: What do you think, Burama? You didn't say anything. Have you any idea what language they were speaking?

Burama: Yes.

Maruxa & Isabel: Yes???

Buruma: Yes.

Isabel: But you're from Gambia. I mean... well, I don't mean...

Maruxa: She means that we didn't know you could understand other languages. I suppose, well, er....

Isabel: Okay, well, I admit it. Sorry, I guess I thought that since your parents are from a poor country... I'm doing it again aren't I?

Burama: Well, sometimes assumptions are very dangerous. I heard that people from Galicia and Andalusia are poorly educated. I mean... I don't mean...

Isabel: Yes, okay we all assume things, we only know a certain side of someone I suppose, or we think we do.

Maruxa: So, Burama, are you going to help us out here? What language are they speaking?

Burama: They were speaking English, although I'm pretty sure English isn't their first language. I think they are from Sweden. In Sweden, English is a second language, just like in Gambia.

Isabel: Oh! I didn't know that. Did you Maruxa?