[pjalne]

My grandmother lives on a small island outside my town called Gossen, and came to visit one time when my Polish friend was around. They shook hands, and for some reason my granny figured he was foreign. He spoke perfect Norwegian, maybe it was because his name was Kacper. She asked him, "You're foreign, aren't you?" and he said "Uhm... yeah, I'm Polish." "Oh," she said, "we've got some Tamils out on Gossen as well."