In India, where I'd gone to learn to speak Hindi, i got used to engaging in what seemed like simple, easygoing conversations, only to find myself hanging on for dear life. Did I like Indian food? Why, yes I did. (Excellent- we were on a roll) But then the discussion would somehow veer off in a new direction, toward the subject of, say military armor.
If you've spent time living or volunteering abroad, you have at some point landed in the miscommunication zone. When I arrived in India, I expected to be flummoxed at first. While my Hindi was still in first gear, I got by on the all occasion yes technique, which boils down this.
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