“Are you a foreigner?”

We paid for our shopping and headed for the exit. Standing next to the supermarket glass doors there was a kid reading a book. He looked at me. I looked at him. He was quite ugly, the poor kid, and around 7 or 8 years old. I went out through the open door of the supermarket and looked at the kid again. He was still staring at me. “HALLO!”, he yelled. “Hallo!”, I replied. He started following us. “Uncle”, he said to C., “is this woman walking with you a foreigner?”. “What do you think?”, replied C. “I think she is!”, he said. And there our conversation ended as he started yelling HALLO to some other passersby who, by the way, were Chinese.