I ran for the airport terminal shuttle bus; the doors shut behind me as I skipped on. I sank into a seat beside a young chap who was turned sideways and chatting with the fellow behind him, who was leaning forward. They were speaking in English, quietly, about Melania Trump.
The chap beside me was French; the one behind us, Turkish. They were agreeing on how good for her age she looked. She hadn’t had any ‘aesthetic’ surgery either, as far as he could tell, which was a brave choice, thought the Turk. She was Czech, wasn’t she? ‘Slovenian,’ said the French guy authoritatively. ‘Yes, they look after themselves those eastern European women,’ said the Turk. ‘I was in Budapest one time and even the middle-aged women were thin. Everywhere you go in Europe the women are getting fatter. Even in Italy. Everywhere I go, I study this new fatness of the women. It was incredible to see even the Italian women are getting fat.’ ‘It’s all those heavy meals they eat,’ said the Frenchman, himself something of an expert, perhaps.
‘But when I was in Holland recently,’ the Turk went on, ‘the Dutch women were not half so fat as I expected. Not as fat as the Italian women, for example. They were thin. Why is this, I wondered to myself?’ ‘It’s all that bicycling they do,’ stated the Frenchman. ‘Dutch women spend half their lives on their bikes. It keeps the weight low.’
They were both in full agreement about eastern European women, though. And Melania Trump was a classic example of how well they look after themselves, even into middle age. ‘She’s lovely,’ said the Turk wistfully. ‘How old is she now?’ ‘Forty-six,’ said the Frenchman.
‘Spanish women are so beautiful,’ said the Frenchman.
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