On my way back from Dhaka I had a stopover in England to go and visit Mishu in Brighton. I called when I arrived in Sussex. Mishu came to find me, but I happened to be at another bus stop. I called again, but we were disconnected because of low battery. Luckily, he managed to tell me where to go before we were disconnected; I should find my way to the student residence "Islop". This was at least how it sounded in my ears, and this was what I asked the first person I met :
- Do you happen to know where Islop is?I felt that she looked at me a bit oddly, but didn't think more of that. After turning left, I met someone else:
- You are looking for Hislop? That's just over there, turn left in the crossing.
- Oh, Hislop is what it is called! Thank you!
I arrived at "Hislop" only to find to my great amazement that the name of the place is in fact "East Slope", but with the peculiar British way of swallowing letters, it turns out more like "Islop". But the most amazing thing was that everyone understood what I was saying, except for myself...- Can you tell me where I can find Hislop?
- Yes love! That's the buildings you can see over there.
Looking up on the rows of low houses that is "East slope" student residence, I realised that there has to be several hundred students living there. How to find Mishu? By asking someone, of course! I asked the first and the best, a guy coming towards me on his way to the garbage bins:
- Do you know Mishu?
- Sure! I'll show you.
He took me to a courtyard and up some stairs, and there he was, and it was great to see him.
The day after we spent basking on the pebbled shores of Brighton. The man behind this poetic expression, Nabil, was unfortunately not there because he had to submit an essay. But Antonie and George came out from London, and we bought some beer and some crisps, as they call it in Britain, and basked in the sun till it was time to go for a little sightseeing before I entered the bus to Heathrow.
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