I am not going into the PRSI material, but while in the US
1) I was asked if France is in Paris, or Paris is in France.
2) I was asked why Italians still speak the medieval Latin language instead of having their own language.
3) I was told that Hawaii is North of Alaska. While this revelation obviously shook my world and almost got me into the flat earth conspiracy, I found out that the woman that told me so was convinced of her theory due to those maps that cut Alaska and put it in a square below Hawaii, similar to this one:
On my first election observation mission, in Bosnia, in autumn 1997, just under two years after the Dayton Accords had been signed, immediately before the election, we received several days of intensive briefings.
A Finnish colonel delivered an excellent and succinct briefing on security issues, and the audience, mostly Brits, some Irish, a good many Americans and a few from other nationalities, listened closely.
During the Q&A, an American - who opened by introducing himself as "a full professor of political science" (my heart sank, and my colleagues, mostly military and police along with some local authority employees who were experts in running elections, grinned at me, teasing, "is this what you will be like when you reach that position?") proceeded to ask, "Is it okay to go after a landmine with a screwdriver at an angle of 45 degrees?"
A silence descended on the room, a silence with the quality of thick, muffled, velvet. A sort of candle-snuffing, total, enveloping silence. The sound of silence brought about by bated breath, of well over a hundred trained military men (I was one of the very few women present) trying desperately hard to control an insane desire to burst out in guffaws of wild, uninhibited, uncouth, yelping, lunatic laughter.
I could see that the Finnish colonel was also struggling, struggling with language and with temper, both. His English was fluent and flawless, but it was clear he had difficulty digesting what had been asked, and was evidently questioning himself as to whether he had heard correctly, or had translated what he thought he had heard, correctly.
His reply was cold and precise when he had mastered himself sufficiently to deliver it.
When the next coffee break was announced, an older lady from the American group - with a cane - walked slowly over to us, where we, the Brits and Irish, sat together. We waited as she - an assistant DA from Alaska, as I later learned - approached. Without preamble, she announced - and her voice and accent together were wonderful, a low resonant rumble flavoured by scepticism - "Well, guys, I guess we won the prize for dumbest question of the day today, just like we won the prize for dumbest question of the day, yesterday."