dance dance dance

dance dance dance

I finished the above titled book by Haruki Murakami and I have to tell you that it was really great: eccentric, weird, great food and music, a cat (always a great feature in a novel), stunning women, murder mystery, hawaii, Japan. A murder mystery and a social commentary. Mister Coelho's "Veronica Decides to Die" awaits my feasting eyes.
I was in London town the other day and was approached by a tourist asking directions to some other place in London town. I didn't know where the place was that the tourist (asian girl, cute) wanted and even though I had an a-z in my coat pocket I didn't bother looking it up and showing her where it was that she wanted to go. I was "busy" and "I didn't have the time". Yet I wasn't that busy and I did have the time so what is it about me (the english) and total strangers? I have heard that people in Korea or Japan (and probably a lot of other countries) would go out of their way to help a helpless ignorant foreigner (or human stick on the street). What is it about the English that makes us so hostile to strangers? I don't dislike them. In fact I am ambivilant towards them. I would behave the same way to someone English who asked the same question. What is it???