Ticket needed

Nasrin: I need a ticket for the rock against racism tour. Anyone got one?

David: Which city? Actually, which country? Where are you Nasrin?

Nasrin: I'm in Sweden. I need the ticket for the Stockholm concert.

David: Sorry, can't help. I know someone who's got a spare for the London concert. I'm going to the Edinburgh one.

Nasrin: Oh well, thanks anyway. London's not exactly convenient for me, I might have trouble finding a bus home after the concert. Somehow I don't think my dad would pick me up in the car.

Lucía: Hasn't he got a private jet?

Nasrin: Oh very funny Lucía.

Lucía: Well, there you go. My dad hasn't got a private jet either. It's a shame you'll miss the concert though. I'm going to the one in Santiago.

Nasrin: Wow, Santiago. I didnt know they were doing a gig there. So you're in Chile then Lucía?

Lucía: No, I'm not talking about Santiago in Chile, I mean Santiago de Compostela, in northern Spain.

Kwame: I'm a bit surprised it's coming to Spain. I don't really think of Spain when I think about racism - I think of Britain, Germany, France.

Nasrin: Oh, hello, someone else has come in. Not Sweden either, I bet?

Kwame: No, I guess not, but it doesn't surprise me that there's a concert in Stockholm. Sweden has a reputation of being, y'know, kind of concerned about that sort of thing. Like the Netherlands - that's where I am by the way.

Nasrin: I suppose Sweden is like that, but we have racism here all the same.

Lucía: Yeah? So do you get some? Are you Swedish or what? 'Nasrin' doesn't look like a Swedish name to me.

Nasrin: Yeah I'm Swedish, but my parents are from Iran. I'm darker skinned than most Swedes so I stand out, and I reckon there are lots of stereotypes about us. In the past couple of years there's been a lot more hassle for people who look as if they might be Muslims.

Lucía: Are you a Muslim then?

Nasrin: Well yes, kind of... So what brings you to a rock against racism concert Lucía, you sound like you've got a pretty common Spanish name... I don't expect you're Muslim...

Lucía: Oh sure, I'm Spanish all right, my family have been here for centuries, but we're Roma.

Kwame: Roma? What's that?

Lucía: In the past we used to travel. I think they call us Romanies or Gypsies in English.

Kwame: In Dutch we call you "zigeuners".

David: Oh, right, so you're a Roma but you don't travel?

Lucía: Some other time I'll tell you more. Anyway, now we know I'm a Roma and Nasrin's family came from Iran, what about you Kwame? I don't know anything about Dutch so I don't even know if you're a boy or a girl!

Kwame: It's not a Dutch name though I'm Dutch now. I was born in Africa.

Nasrin: Boy or girl? I think you're a boy.

Kwame: Yup

Lucia: And you David, are you wearing a bowler hat like all Englishmen?

David: Actually I'm Scottish, not English, and I'm a Jew.....

Lucía: Oh, okay, so, Nasrin isn't that a big deal with you? Jews and Muslims hate each other, right?

Nasrin: I only wanted a ticket and here we are talking like the United Nations.

David: Well I don't hate Muslims, let just me get that in. How could I be into rock against racism if I automatically hated a whole group of people?

Nasrin: Are we talking about religion or race here?

Lucía: Now you're getting complicated.

David: Look, I can only tell you the girl I like best in my whole school is a Muslim, and it's never been a problem for either of us.

Lucía: Okay, gotta go. Let's meet again some time.

Nasrin: Okay.

David: Right.

Kwame: OK.