The assistant can hardly see me. She waves pointing towards the bread
'Did you want the loaf sliced?' I nod, becoming aware of people
queuing behind me, and quickly add
'And can I have two of these cakes please?’
‘These are not cakes, they are gateaux’, she says.
I shake my head in assent but I dare not point
to the tempting curly pastry
with shiny raisins in it.
She’ll perhaps say
that it isn’t a snail
but an escargot.
The next day
if I wanted to buy
an umbrella,
would I call it
a parasol or
a parapluie?
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I am a French-born Australian linguist who loves writing about multicultural experiences. Taught English in Zambia and Papua New Guinea, gained a Doctorate with UPNG. In Western Australia I worked with migrants and Indigenous communities in Kalgoorlie and Roebourne. In charge of Amnesty International WA, then moved to Adelaide. Short-listed by The Human Rights Commission for the Literature NF Award for the anthology I edited with the Multicultural Writers Association of Australia, I later published my memoir. Volunteered with the Writers Centre, became active with PEN.
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