I was in a kebab shop buying a kebab (Marino’s on Torrgata – Oslonians told me it was the only place in Oslo to buy a kebab) and the Turkish-looking guy serving started a conversation with me in Norwegian.
“Fint vær,” he said, about the blazing sunshine outside. (“Fine weather.”)
I replied, “Ja, men… jeg mÃ¥ arbeide…” (“Yes, but… I have to work…”)
“Hvor?” (“Where?”)
“PÃ¥ Sound of Mu pÃ¥ Markveien.” (“At Sound of Mu on Markveien.”)
Blank stare from the guy.
“En bar og galleri,” I explained. (“A bar and gallery.”)
“Jeg liker disco,” was the response. (“I like disco.”)
