By language, I mean language…literally, and in my case, the holy Romanian alright.

How much of a coincidence is getting into a taxi and the driver to be Romanian? It surely meets the criteria of a coincidence. But it is not necessarily funny.

The real deal of a funny coincidence is: get into a taxi, tell the driver to get you to the Romanian Embassy and the driver to reply to you in Romanian.

The man was happy to meet a fellow Romanian citizen. So was I. While I was silently amused by the situation, he was loudly keen to tell me the story of his life, how he got to settle in Portugal when he was actually heading to Canada, how he’d had two clients, Portuguese teachers: one who thought Romania was next to Netherlands and one who knew Mircea Eliade and recited passages of Mihai Eminescu …

This is what I call a funny coincidence. 🙂