I don’t know if it’s because the Chinese tend to be so openly curious about foreigners, but I find myself engaged in at least one unusual conversation per day here. Today, while buying mini-chopsticks for the kids, the store owner decided to examine my notes and then declared to the cashier, “That’s not English. Probably Russian.” And it’s true, my handwriting doesn’t really resemble English. It doesn’t resemble any language in fact. So I could see how she had come to the conclusion.Of course, I had to correct her, though. After ascertaining I was an English speaker, she then logically asked for my Chinese name.