It was a good story in Venezuela. With his wife, aunt and a testament, we went to the Kanayma National Park. There, right in the jungle, guest houses stand, and depending on the citizens of which country there live, the corresponding flags are hanged in front of the administrative building. Well, for us, they hanged out Russian, everything is fine. And here we come to dinner, we sit down, we start eating, and many people who come in and see us say something like “Good evening.” We are, of course, surprised, but we understand that they apparently recognized the Russians in us. As educated people, we answer them "Good evening" and continue to eat. The next day the same. We are surprised, but we respond. Finally on the third day we come for breakfast, and here like here another tourist and again to us: "Good evening." My aunt couldn’t stand it and began to explain to these people in broken English that it was right to say “Good morning.” Judging by the faces of these people, they were slightly flattered and after a two-minute conversation tried to sit away from us. Only after a while I found out that all these people were telling us “Bon aproveche,” which in Spanish means “pleasant appetite.”