One of the words that I had to learn to pronounce differently in the States was my name — endlessly being asked to spell “Paul”, or receiving orders for “Boll” or some other nonsense, got old quickly.
Apparently I did the job too well. I had to spell “Paul” to a hairdresser’s receptionist today.
Damn. So where is my accent from now? Or my identity, really!
On the topic, I saw a play tonight that really did require South African experience to appreciate. It was Coupé, at the Market Theatre. Of the three main characters, one spoke only English, the second only Afrikaans, and the third only French. The first two communicated fine with each other (well, verbally, though not really beyond that), but not the third. Taking place entirely in a small train cabin, the characters were really well portrayed, as well as being really, really funny.
And the Market Theatre precinct (and actually much of the Johannesburg city centre) is looking really awesome now — the urban renewal people are really doing a great job. One of the restaurants at the Market Theatre will definitely be appearing in the soon-t0-be-launched Wednesday Night Dinner list.