my family doctor: – Where are you from?
me: – Hungary.
mfd: – But you don’t look Hungarian at all!
(There is no such thing as “Hungarian looks”. We don’t have a national stereotype.)
(Okay, so maybe we do.)
my boss: – Do you know X.Y.?
me: – No.
my boss: – That’s not possible! He is also from Budapest!
(Budapest’s population is over two million. Shame on me for not being acquainted with every single member of it.)
my coworker: – Do all Hungarians have blue eyes?
me: – ???
coworker: – The Hungarian doctor has blue eyes.
me: – Oh yeah?
coworker: – You also have blue eyes. So all the Hungarians I know have blue eyes.
(Well, that’s exactly two Hungarians out of the ten million. And my eyes are green but whatever.)
the same coworker: – You shouldn’t be in contact with other Hungarians.
me: – ???
coworker: – You should use your time while living in other countries to embrace other cultures.
(I’m living in other cultures since thirteen years. I have already embraced everything that is to embrace. At one point of my life I even owned a dirndl.)
Austrian doctor: – Where did you go to nursing school?
me: – I went to some school in Hungary.
Austrian doctor: – I thought you were from Austria!
patient 1: – I thought you were from Switzerland!
patient 2: – I thought you were Czech!