Hoggart nods as he walks towards me. He does not smile, does not answer me with the same courtesy. As always. I'm not waiting for this, I just once again note this fact.

-You Americans are so self-confident.

Yes. We are the source of all troubles. I already understood.

“You Englishmen are so boring,” I retort.

-You started to hold back.

- I don't like being yelled at. Sorry.

-Why?

I shrug. Do you want to know this fact from my life?

-Unpleasant childhood memories.

- It's all about your mother? She was ill.

He flips through his tablet. I do not answer.

- Encephalopathy, right? The seizures started three...