New coffee shop
Juliska, standing outside her shop, is trying hard to make a go of her new business in a new country.
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Juliska: Come in my shop?
Henrietta: Is it coffee?
Juliska: We make coffee good. Only use beans two times. Not more. Like some.
Henrietta: Okay. A flat white.
Juliska: No flat white. That is not coffee. You will have an espresso.
Henrietta: OK. OK. I sorry. I mean, I’m sorry. An espresso. You from?
Juliska: Hungary.
Henrietta: Uh-huh. Been here long?
Juliska: Two year.
Henrietta: You like it here?
Juliska: Is good. Safe.
Henrietta: Safe, huh? I’m burgled once a year. But Hungary is nice, no?
Juliska: Is good. Good place to visit. Here I feel safe.
Henrietta: Yeah. You said.
Juliska: Before when we were communist, it was OK. Now, everything not OK. Corruption, robbery. Is not Hungary now.
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