Went to the Waikanae market with my daughter this morning, and the Eastern European man at the cheese stall asked us where we were from. “Wellington!” we said. “Yes, OK, but where are you really from? You know…” Well no, I don’t know what you mean. Do we look or sound funny to you? He seemed a really nice guy, he was certainly very generous with his cheese, and if he tried to charge us twice for the same piece of cheese I’m sure that was an honest mistake. Anyway, I’m left feeling unsettled. Is this what it’s like to be a kiwi of any ethnicity that’s not European?
