Ink and mistaken languages

I have been traveling without my pencils and charcoal. However, I have my trusty Micron pens. There is always one somewhere and you can never have too many. Sketching is more challenging in ink, but doable.

When I was getting off the train today, the conductor told me we should use the front door to exit because the other door was broken. He said this in Finnish, looked at me, and repeated the same in English.

This has happened before. People have switched to English even when I have already replied in my native Finnish. I have no clue why.

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