“No,” he said indifferently. He liked hearing truth but he felt guilty being amused by some of it. He changed the subject. “Do you want to change to my seat so that you can look out?”
“I’d get sick looking out onto that sea of clouds for long.”
“Why do you want to go to New York City?”
“What’s in Canada, Nawin? It’s got a few walking snowmen but what else? Snowy landscapes and cold temperatures good for penguins. When someone thinks of Thailand it is always Thai silk, temples, Buddhist statues, nightlife, and beautiful girls like me. What is the symbol of Canada?”
“Snowmen,” said Nawin as he chuckled, “and Canadian dollars.” He was enjoying the conversation.
“What are they: these snowmen? Are they just Englishmen?”
“That but also Americans who didn’t want to fight against King George... Frenchmen, of course in Montreal.”
“Why don’t they have kings now?”
“Well, Canadians do have the British monarchy. Canada is a commonwealth.”
He didn’t go further because she sighed from intellectual strain.