"What have you for lunch?" we asked a solid-looking waiter boy.
"Nema Ruchak, bogami." We have no lunch. We looked at all the other people absorbing meat and soup.
"Give us what you have."
"We have nothing, bogami."
"Have you soup?"
"Yes, bogami."
"And cheese?"
"Ima, ima, bogami."
"That will do for us."