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Recently I had a clearly extraordinary experience both professionally and culturally. I was contacted by a Chinese woman whose friend's child, a teenager, wanted English classes. That fact that her English in the email was understandable but very awkward (and I figured, she must be the one that speaks the best English, which is why it was her that wrote to me not the parents) should have been a wrong omen. Even more so, because when we spoke on the phone to arrange a personal meeting, she wanted to change to Hungarian, as something she spoke better. Chinese are known to have this very specific accent when it comes to speaking European languages that few natives understand. Unfortunately I wasn't among those few. It was a real challenge even to agree on the place and time to meet. But then I still thought I liked challenges.

The next day I found myself in a café with a jury of 6 Chinese staring at me. They were very nice and offered to buy me a tea, and then the negotiations started. The first question they made was whether I speak Chinese. Of course the question is valid, but it was a long shot. Then, they were wondering how I was planning to teach the boy who speaks no Hungarian, nor English. Well, to be honest, I had no idea the boy had no prior knowledge, given that I was informed he wants preparation for an all-English high school. I figured, that means a weak intermediate level, at least. Despite my surprise, I managed to wing it, explaining that with pictures, videos, and demonstrations it is not impossible. Surprisingly I convinced both my future clients and myself. The next question of the committee was where the classes could be and whether it was possible to have them at my place. As I confirmed, they went on with the interrogation: how big is my apartment, who lives there with me, what is his or her gender, etc. In my complete surprise, I kept answering but felt rather  puzzled where this would lead. Finally, they spat it out: they wanted the boy to stay with me for the nights as well, kind of like at a boarding school. I was speechless. To try to convince me, they kept repeating: money was not a problem. I felt as if being in some dream: I was offered a job which would make me filthy rich if I was willing to swallow a definite amount of awkwardness. I didn't give an answer then; we only arranged the first session of classes for the next day.

I was very stressed as I was preparing for the lessons. Never before was I faced with such a challenge that I need to teach someone without any common language. I realized, it was an added difficulty that he was Asian, probably not even knowing the Latin alphabet, which for us Europeans is at least a sound basis. It took me at least 4-5 hours to think of the tasks, find out bridging tools, and build a structure to a class (or rather three classes one after another) which I couldn't even imagine how it would go. 

Finally, the hour came, and the real difficulties arose from something I hadn't thought. They didn't know where my place was (despite the fact that the previous day they seemed to know, and I even sent them the address), so they called me on the phone three times for instructions, but neither of us got what the other said; it was a mess. Finally, they made it arriving 30 minutes late. But once we could get down to business, the class itself went very good! He indeed didn't know much English, had problems with the alphabet and writing, but his pronunciation and his will to learn was impressive. After two hours, we started to bond and like each other. I felt triumphant and proud to have met my challenge.

Then, the twist came. I got a call 45 minutes before the end of the class. It was one of the Chinese. I didn't get anything of what she was saying, so I gave the phone to the boy. It turned out the woman was standing in front of the door and I needed to let her in. She brought lunch. I was puzzled why she came at that moment. Was the class over? Otherwise how did she imagine she just comes and interrupts? There was no clear communication to me. In 10 minutes, the whole family arrived and invaded the apartment while speaking over my head in Chinese. I felt undescibably awkward, uncomfortable, and helpless. 6 people spread in my personal space and I had no control. At one point, the one that kind of spoke English said they wanted to stay for the last 30 minutes. I said, it was not a good idea. They still wanted and I still opposed. Eventually, the parents left and the "interpreter" stayed. It was still uncomfortable because she was sitting behind my back, either talking to the boy in Chinese, or laying down on my couch, or walking in my flat. I couldn't concentrate neither on him, nor on her. At the end I just wanted them out.

Overwhelmed by the whole experince and thinking that we mutually didn't like each other (I mean, with the student-teacher interaction there was no problem, but that's the least important factor when it is the parents who are the clients), I let go of the idea of getting rich. Amazingly, the next day they texted me at 8 AM that they are brining the boy in an hour. "No way", I said. When they asked if the next day was OK, I decided to give them another chance. In the evening, though, they cancelled, which was the end of the story. It turned out that they went to France. I figure, they sensed I am not the one that was going to board their child and they wanted him badly to learn English in just a couple of months. Money (and the child's comfort) didn't matter, so they just wanted to find a host, wherever.

To say the least, it was a tremendous culture shock for which I didn't even have to leave my home.