Lithping

I met Nikolay, a Spanish-speaking Russian in Madrid. We were talking about ‘cooperation’. I wondered why a Muscovite would want to become a fluent Spanish speaker if he wasn’t a spy. But fair play, he did introduce me to the Museo del Jamon, a ham museum in the centre of town. The atmosphere dripped from the roof, whole hams hanging down, creating a special ambiance.

The drinks were on me, so I ordered “dos cervezas por favor” sounding like “doth ther-vaythath por fav-or” with my authentic Spanish accent.

Nikolay laughed; he thought I was hamming it up.