Today I saw my son make an offer to his girlfriend. In the process of breakfast, he took out a box with a ring from somewhere, and, without looking at the girl, methodically chewing the food, pushed that box toward the presumed wife. You know, people usually give salt to somebody. I was all tense, expecting the grandmother’s whispers and hysterics (the girl is twenty years old, it’s so important for them), and she opened her, put on the ring and said “Uga.” Then they continued to silently eat.