A Little Mischief My husband often turns into an invisible person when he, Romanian, and I, Japanese, walk together on the streets in Romania because many locals stare at me with Asian features such as relatively flat face. I feel like I am only person who can see him then. I often turn into an invisible person, on the other hand, when we are in a restaurant because the waiters talk to him only and not even look at me. I feel like my soul exists without my body there, and it asks itself who I am. ---- I recently had an idea; what would happen if I nodded at just the right time as though I had understood what a waiter and my husband talked to each other in Romanian. I wasted no time in trying the silly mischief. Around the half of those locals turned their heads to look at me and asked with a surprise in their voice, "Do you understand Romanian?" I shook my head with a grin. They laughed right after a bit of confusion and said me something even though I didn't understand what they said. Those who fell for my mischiefs now say hi to me, so at least I am not an invisible person to them. That makes my day.