Local Farmer

Every so often the local farmer comes up. Sits on the wall next to me.

First time this year though. We spoke briefly last year, and both concluded that neither of us understood a word what the other was speaking.

To be honest though, I'm not sure what he was speaking. He's on the Austro-Hungarian side of the pass (the side that still holds a grudge against the Italians), so chances are that it's German as it certainly wasn't Italian. But I couldn't get onto his German accent in the slightest and I did do German at school.

But anyway, we have a mutual understanding that involves nodding and smiling.

Today was interesting when he started pointing out people to photograph whilst I was falling asleep in my chair.