Some people really surprise me with simple questions: "Do you know Firas?"
When I moved into this city, the first question anyone would ask was: "Where are you from?". When my answer to that was Syria, the next question was: "Do you know Firas?". I was surprised, everyone: juniour doctors, nurses, medical school clerks, and even exchange students were showering me with the very same question. And to make things more tricky, there was one colleague who was supposed to come to the hospital after a few days. I didn't believe that every one knew him by name even before he arrived.
Then I had to ask the only logical question in such a case: "Who the hell is Firas?"...Well, it turned out that Firas was a medical student at the local university. Sure, I didn't know him.
I don't know why on earth everybody was asking me that question. What difference would it make if I knew Firas, or had another friend back home who, by chance, was named Firas too. To me, asking such a question sounded like asking someone from France: "Do you know Jacque?" Or asking a Chinese guy: "Do you know Chan?"
Finally, I met Firas. He was rather astonished that everyone knew him by name, and knew that he was from Syria. For me, I felt like I found a treasure. Not only because I can answer the question now, but because I learned a new trick.
The next time I met a student who said was from Scotland, I immediately asked: "Do you know Andrew?"...
I let you to imagine how puzzled he looked!