I really have to remember in the future not to tell hotel owners I’m a graphic designer. Sometimes they actually know what it means and then they always ask to make then a logo/brochure/web page. Today when I got back from drawing at the mosque the owner of my hotel asked to see the drawing. She put two and two together and quickly rummaged through her desk to pull out her current marketing materials for me to review. She really wants a new identity system. Don’t we all!
The problem with not saying I’m a graphic designer is that I hate to lie. Partly I hate to lie because I think it’s stupid and people should know the truth. But really I just have a terrible short term memory and forget who I lied to, who I told I was Chinese when they asked me where I was from and how I’m going to keep it up.
Even though I may only stay in a town for a day or two people remember things you say. Every time I walk by the man I bought postcards from in Bukhara he yells out “hey, Chicago!” Peole in Uzbekistan also talk. In Nukus I was “talking” to some women selling dried fish and they seemed nice so when they asked where I was from I was honest. Five minutes later, when I was walking through the covered baazar, a woman comes running by yelling “Americanski, Americanski” at the top of her lungs. I hadn’t talked to this women but word had already trickled down.