We’re driving through Hyderabad. Krishnaveni points in a direction and says, “Over there is the Jew park.”
I’m not sure I’ve understood correctly. “The Jew park?”
“Yes – you don’t have the Jews in America?”
“Yes, we have Jews. And I guess sometimes they live in the same neighborhood.” To myself I’m thinking, this seems slightly strange.
Krishnaveni continues, “Yes, you can see the animals.”
It’s then that I realize she’s saying “zoo park.” This makes me feel much more comfortable with the conversation.