Chameleon

Linguistics bombard the restuarant and collide like atoms.
French, Austrian, German, Italian, Spanish, English.
A cultural melting pot amongst the pots of Pesce di Zuppa.
I remain quietly scrolling the pages of my book.
It is only in the obvious and overused English that I can communicate.
How is wich I were the chameleon rather than the perpetrator.
I answer questions to which is answer is "yes" with a smile, and "no" with a nod.
I speak other answers quietly as to not draw attention that I am a product of the universal Red, White and Blue.
"The Priviledged."
"The Best."
How I wish I were a chameleon.