“I don’t know anything about Hungary.”
“Me neither,” I reply curtly. I don’t feel like talking.
“So why are we going there?”
“For business, Amir! Do you know what it means? We earn money. Money to spend. That’s why we’re going there.”
He bursts out laughing, and I know exactly why.
“Aren’t you just greedy? You have all the gold, diamonds and money in the world. Why do you waste your time in such God-forsaken places?” I say nothing, so he continues. “What sort of business anyway?”
“Investment.”
He guffaws.
“Cool. So you don’t get any money now; you have to wait years for the profit. Why are you surprised about your father’s disapproval?”
He is starting to really annoy me so I glare at him to shut up and go away.
He gets it. He stands up, adjusts his perfectly ironed suit and rubs
