I went to a party on Friday evening.
After the party everyone landed at a dance-hall - that is to say, a discotheque for twenty-one-year-olds and over.
Just as I was getting into the swing of things, they shut down for the day ...
... well, it was getting on for breakfast time anyway, so I dropped into an all-night-restaurant for something to eat, before they closed too.

There was a group of six young people sat at the next table and they spoke a strange mixture of languages - three of them spoke in Italian and four of them in what I presumed to be Yugoslavian (yes, you counted correctly - one young lady was fluent in both languages!) and when everyone was supposed to understand everything, they used Swiss-German!
Yes - more of those bloody foreigners!

We finished eating at the same time and stood up to leave.
I just beat them to the door.
I went to cross the road, when a hand grabbed my arm. I was just about to scream 'Don't mug me, I'm a foreigner too!' when a female voice said:
"Shall I help you across the road?"
I looked at the tall blonde woman in surprise - it was the one that had been speaking Italian, Yugoslavian and German.
I hoped she was joking, but wasn't about to have her let go of my arm, so I said:
"Yes, that would be kind of you."
She walked me across the road, but when we got to the other side she did not let go of me.
It was obvious we were going in the same direction and I wasn't about to protest about having an attractive young lady on my arm ...
... even if she could easily be my daughter.

We started talking and I asked her where she was heading. She told me where and I mentioned that we had, more or less, the same destination. She mentioned that her car was just round the corner and asked if she could drop me off at mine.
When I told her I wasn't motorised at the moment, she offered to drive me home!

On our drive home, I learned that she was a 'second-generation-foreigner'. She was born in Switzerland, her mother being Italian and her father Yugoslavian. We had a very pleasant conversation and I was a little disappointed that we reached our destination so quickly.
It was nice to learn that she was one of those 'other' foreigners, who won't resort to crime or violence until a later date.
I hope I bump into her again before either of us does ...