At an alpine-themed birthday party, two girls are on either side of the corridor eating vodka jelly. The floor is lined with fake snow and there is a stag's head made of cardboard hanging in the hall. Passing through on my way out, I pause to ask my question.
The girl to my right, whose hair is mid-length and permed, doesn't have one but offers me her full name instead. The girl to my left, whose hair is long and half tied-back in a ponytail, is more help. 'I've got two', she says. She is wearing heavy blue eye-liner and is a cousin of the hostess. She tells me that her family had to change their name from 'Rubenstein' because of prejudice. Her grandfather ended up sticking a pin in the phone book to come up with a suitable alternative.
I want to find out more but there are good byes to be said and overland trains to catch.
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